I am not a fan of change. I never have been. Like many, change for me means floundering like a small minnow that someone caught by mistake and is about to throw back into the river, but they want to light their cigarette first. It is those agonizing minutes, days, weeks, and possibly months of re-acclimating myself to an environment that I had to take months getting used to navigating in the first place.
This is what is happening at work right now. I was hired at my place of employment in late October of last year, and about a week later my boss and his entire family left to go home to India for 3 months. This meant that it would just be me, my manager, and the two other women who were also working here. We got into a rhythm. We had a schedule that never changed, except for when one of us needed a day off for something, and we changed shifts with someone. So I got comfortable and confident in what I was doing.
Almost a week ago, my boss and his family came back, and my little happy working world was toppled over like a cup of tea improperly placed in front of a keyboard. My manager is now no longer working here, and the order and understanding has been upset. I now have people questioning whether I know how to do anything even though I have been functioning just fine while they have been on the other side of the world. There is no schedule and I have been calling everyday to check and see if I work. I think I am going crazy.
This simply reaffirms that I need to move. My boyfriend and I are planning on moving to Seattle, but we were hoping to wait until one of us had a job. Now, my current "job" is forcing our hand and making us jump into the deep end, totally unprepared in my opinion.
So let's just say I hope we don't drown.
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