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moving on My friend and co-worker, Laura, had finally decided yesterday that she needed to leave. All of the BS had been bringing her down for many months, and she's been sick with some mysterious something that the doctors can't figure out. She keeps going to the doctor, having tests run, etc, but no one can figure out what is going on with her. She's been having an awful time, tho it is finally starting to get a little better. But the infection is still there, and they can't figure out what is causing it. We both think the reason she isn't better after all these months is because of the stress. She hates her job. She cries the night before she's on the schedule because she dreads going to work so much. She's talked about quitting for a long time, but was afraid to make the jump. A hospital a few weeks ago asked her if she was interested in working there, and she expressed that she was. They've been talking about it, and she's decided to go through the training. And at the same time, a mentor of hers asked her if she would be interested in coming to her private practice. When she was telling me yesterday that she's just done with it all and was thinking about quitting...and had called our human resource company to inquire about COBRA to see if she could quit (cause right now, she needs her health insurance..a private company won't take her with this colon stuff going on)...I told her that it looked like now was the time to move on. That she'd been looking for another job for over a year now, and then suddenly there were these two opportunities for her. Now was the right time, provided she could swing the COBRA. She said that she'd been staying because of the money, but then pointed out that because she's been unable to work so much, she's not making anything, and her income has steadily declined over the last year or so. I asked her, "Then why are you staying?" She said she was scared. I can certainly empathise. Change is scary. And I know I fight all the time making decisions based on fear. I told her this..but told her she couldn't continue to let her fear make her decisions. The day prior, I was reading a fellow journalist who was talking about the same thing. She'd drawn up some "Decision cards," which I just thought were awesome and printed up to remind myself not to let fear win. I sent them to her, and she loved them. I told her she'd be fine. That everything seemed to have a way of working out. That she needed to take these opportunities and go. That I hated to see her leave (for selfish reasons), but that I really thought this would be a good move for her. She called me before I left work for a little pep talk, and then said she'd call our boss later that night after her acupuncture appointment. He didn't answer when she called, but she felt so much better once she'd taken the step and left a voice mail. I just spoke with her, and she said that she'd spoken to him, and that he didn't want to lose her. That he wanted to talk to the "leadership team" to figure out a solution that would work for her so she could keep her insurance. She made it clear that she was not going to be running around any longer...that she was taking herself off the schedule after Sept 1st..because they'd had a discussion a few months ago where she was going to change her hours...cut back on the running around...start doing chart review in the office or something starting July 1st, but July 1 and Aug 1 have come and gone with no changes. So, we'll see. Maybe she's leaving..maybe she'll be staying in some capacity. So, I filled out my paperwork for the Disneyland vacation on Wednesday. I called and asked if they could just fax it to me since I worked during their business hours, and they did. I don't know much more yet about the trip--someone from Disney should be contacting me in a couple weeks--but I did learn that the trip is worth $1100. I still can't believe that I won this. Artboy and I were talking about who to take. I thought it was funny. I was suggesting we take his brother...and he was suggesting Donna and her little girl. Because it would be great to go to Disney with a kid, I think we'll see if Donna, Tony and Madison can go...and if not, we'll invite his brother and have his brother bring a friend. I'd invite Matt and his family, but depending on the hotel situation, I'm not sure about 2 kids there with us. Or if they'd even be able to have 2 kids in there with us. Madison is two--the twins are in first grade. We'll see. At any rate, I'm excited for that. I got my hair cut when I was sick, and so far, the response has been good...with the exception of my mom, but I'm sure how I had styled it that day had a lot to do with it. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but now that I'm figuring out how to style it, I'm liking it a bit more. Especially since the past couple mornings, I've barely had to do anything to it. Yesterday, I just combed it and went. No curling. This morning, because I'd washed it last night, I had to run a curling iron through it to straighten it and just barely turn it under, but it took just a couple minutes. I've discovered that if I run some Sun Silk thru it when it's went and then just brush it, turning the ends under, it dries more straight, so I don't have to do much with it and it still looks nice. But boy, when I got it cut and she was done "styling" it, I hated it. It looked like hell. But it's much better now. Artboy is on my list today. I guess he was having a difficult time sleeping this morning, and decided to turn on some Enya music. And it was pretty loud and woke me up. I was able to go back to sleep, but then he got up and left for awhile because I woke up again and he was gone. He came back to bed at 6am and turned on the music again, waking me up once again, and this time I couldn't go back to sleep. So I'm running on 4 hours of sleep. I gave up at 6:45 and got up, and when I was getting my clothes, he said he loved me or something, and I guess I replied a little grumpily and he asked what was wrong. I told him that this was the 2nd time he'd woken me up with his music and as a result, I didn't get much sleep. "I thought you liked music," and I told him I do when I'm going to sleep, but it woke me up. I should have pointed out how loud it was...but I didn't realize just how loud it was until I was in the bathroom..the bedroom door and the bathroom door were both closed and the air conditioner, which blocks all sound from room to room, was on...and I could still hear it. I have too much to do tonight to be able to take a nap. But I'm so tired, I'm going to have to. *sigh* Of all mornings, it had to be THIS morning, before our parents come. I've been so grumpy lately. Lack of sleep has something to do with it, I'm sure. But I'm also wondering if it was the switch in birth control. I've been way more emotional since then. I think it also has something to do with this dinner and all the questions about why it is occurring. No, we aren't getting engaged. He sees it happening something within the next 3 years. 3 years. Why so far from now? *sigh* |