So here's the bottom line. The line of business that employs me is going to shut down operations at the end of the year. My larger company may or may not be able to find me a place to hang my hat, but that is less likely than them just offering me a package to walk. And given that my job is largely dependent on new hires... my days are numbered. I just don't know the number yet. Now it can be told.
I have had a few conversations with other companies, but nothing that has panned out to more than a few conversations. I am aggressively applying for work, but the fact is - I still don't know how much longer I'm going to remain employed.
I have opted to take next week off, regardless, because it's been on the books since January, and I need the time.
Then yesterday, we got the invitation to a meeting on July 1st, which I assume will give us a better understanding of what our exit strategy looks like. Now, if you're doing the math, you'll note that July 1st is while I'm on vacation. I'm still planning to get on the call, because if I'm let go that day, it would be nice to know. And if I'm not, also nice to know. But, it means coming down off the mountain and to a location that gets reliable cell coverage. Which, isn't vaction-y at all! Actually, what I think will happen is I'll paint the kitchen floor that morning, leave for the call, come back, and apply a second coat. Things happen for a reason, maybe.
Anyway. I put a big announcement on LinkedIn, and it got some traction. I will make it Facebook official when the time comes.
If only I'd gone to nursing school. But that would have required algebra, organic chemistry, and precision. Nursing isn't a career you can finesse. I am all about the finesse. And that, fundamentally is the problem. If I can get you to read my resume and talk to me, I have a decent chance at explaining my value in a workplace. It was a problem in my twenties, it's a problem now. It's OK - I'm not going to be destitute or unemployed for long.
Or possibly at all.
That's the hard part.
But what I can do for now is figure out what color to paint the floor in the cabin kitchen. It's currently roughly the blue of an official USPS mailbox. And that would be fine. But I'm thinking of making a change. Mostly because I have change fever, and also because now that the cabin is de facto mine to do with what needs doing, I can. And I want a little of my own personal touch in there.
Here's what you need to know. The counters are formica, cherry red - and probably 60 years old at this point. The walls and cabinets are unfinished knotty pine - sort of a honey blond wood.
So here's what I am thinking:
I'll have to see.
Once I have the vacation under my belt, well - I'll get back to Nashville and along with that, reality.
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