Waiting to exhale

Today was about me.

I woke up and realized it was Wednesday. And this was bad.

I hadn't logged into my company website since Friday. And had no desire to do so.

And didn't.

At 11:30 I called my boss. When I got no response on his landline and his company cell was disconnected I discovered on Tues, I got nervous.

I called HR. I didn't want to - those folks get sensitivity training from Hitler I think. Or GWB. Either way, I really really really didn't want to do this.

But the package is on a timer and each day I don't have it gives me the idea that I will be docked for that. Realistically they can't do that but this company is not known for fair.

I call them and they can't tell me anything. And for one breif moment, I think - wow it's all a mistake!

Then they called back.

At the exact moment the buzzer rang.

The package had arrived.

I opened it, scanned it, made sure the contents matched what I was told would be there and prepared for a bike ride.

I rode for about 45 minutes. Mostly to test my ankle as it is healing slower than I would like.

I returned home and spoke to my boss who gave me the news that not only did they take me from him, they took my right hand from him too. That's a major blow.

I reviewed the document and there's a curious thing in my state. If you are over a certain age, the law states that you have to be advised of exaclty what positions where cut, how many people and the age of those people.

This cut was HUGE. It went deep. Deeper than I think they can afford. But what do I know.

I did the toughest thing - I told the family. They handled it well because I was.

Then I went and had a massage.

Now I feel a bit better.