In the last few months lots of things have changed with my home and work. Though we moved into our new rental over a month ago, we still are not as settled as I would like or was given the impression of by my husband. Luckily what's left is more like decor and organization stuff.
At work, it's been constant change, and I guess I'm not taking it so well. Furloughs, people moving, leaving, being fired... It hard to adjust, especially when it's all happened in the last two months. I'm not so optimistic with changes, especially when they effect me directly in some way.
And my work is more than just work, a lot of these people have been more like family for me. I was planning, dreaming, whatever you would like to call it, that they would be part of my life here in the desert for a long time. I'm sad to see them go, but I'm really excited to see what God has for them in this new adventure.
A week ago, we said so long to my Director. Her husband got his dream job, but it meant moving to Oklahoma. I love this lady, but when she announced it a month prior, I was filled with excitement for her. The sorrow hasn't really happened yet, though she is gone, but what she last said to me is resonating more and more with the latest news. "You have to take care of them, Raylene."
Last night, my good friend (and manager) told me that her husband got a job in Colorado... I was speechless, but yet still words came out of my mouth. As to when they are moving, it is in the hands of her future employer, when she gets one. I'm really sad, that my only true friend out here, and she's leaving.
Then the work stuff comes up... "I knew I should have been looking for a new job." I don't want to be a manager, I'm not wired that way. I can't help but already feel the stress of it all. It doesn't help that I'm allowed to say anything about it yet. Well, with anyone I work with.
So I'm being a sad sack right now, trying my best to figure things out...
