I'll run this by you and see what you think: On Wednesday last week my counterpart and I are in early, scrambling to cover a coworker's report that has to be in at 9am. He gets a call from our manager, saying he can skip the 9am meeting because he needs to meet with our assistant general manager and the plant manager. Counterpart figures that today's the day, he's getting let go - he's pushed back on some very unreasonable assignments and there's a lot of bad blood. I get along with him famously myself. We shake hands and make sure we have each other's personal phone numbers. But when he comes out, he's stone-faced and then says to me, "Your turn." I go in and sit down, and am informed that our positions are being dissolved and folded into the customer-based teams. They hand me a new offer letter for the position within the teams and tell me I need to either sign it by the next day, or terminate. The job they are offering is the same one that they told me during the interviews 10 months ago that I was overqualified for, and wouldn't enjoy. Like my counterpart, I signed it and am starting another job hunt. I have seen 3 different companies of various sizes try this arrangement over the course of my career, and it's failed miserably and had to be undone within about 12-18 months. Meanwhile, the stress it will cause the rest of the folks will cause many to leave, further burdening everybody else.
And now I have the classic upper-respiratory flu bug - the one where your HAIR hurts and the only times I've been warm in two days were sitting in my sauna. I have been wrapped in a quilt with my hoodie up, sitting as still as possible and waiting for this to GO AWAY.
Hi, Nichols!Shannon, I empathize with you completely. Over the last week I've had thoughts about how fast I need to drive my car into a tree, what in-patient mental services are covered by my insurance, and what would happen if I just simply didn't go back to work any more.
Howlin' - best wishes for your procedure! It seems to be the one place where farting is not only encouraged, but actually cheered.

Michele, we have 3 bugs circulating - mine, yours, and then garden-variety snuffles. GI stuff has to be the worst of the lot. Virtual hugs.
Allison, my first goal is to just get back under 160. I have no idea where I am currently but will be back on the scale as soon as I'm human again. I think the last one I saw was 166. The Neverending Project ...
saef, I had to see what the "showers of gold" thing was about. Wow. That's all I have to say - and now I'm going back to my media blackout.
JZJ - I feel you on the job/career mismatch.
Silver, neuro, Reilly - glad to see you're here and still in the fight!




at all the other idiot drivers but in a really sweet cute
voice. The dogs all cock their heads and look at me with great expectation as I ream out yet another driver.
