T34m 1337 got a 16 for last week. Not bad. Overtime hours and service levels were the talk of the day, right behind the announcement that the hardest working man at Corporation X will be riding off into the sunset. But hey, everything happens for a reason, and his reasons are sound. Another atom, no, the nucleus, will be breaking free. Not for a few more weeks. But still.
Right now, 89628 has a gut feeling that things may not play out the "nice" way. But there's a back-up plan, as is always the case. Will 89628 depart Corporation X in roughly 64 hours (8 shifts!!) as planned, or will that number end up being quite a bit smaller?
The numbers know. They always know.
A situation doesn't become favorable until you adapt to it.
Too true. Tough to find the favorable in today. The fight or flight instinct was in full force. The gut says leave, the mind says stay, do the right thing for your team. But really, what is the right thing? And the right thing for who?
The decision to leave is completely for me. It's about my financial survival and my plans for the future. It's about stability, paying off bills, getting my stuff out of storage and finding a decent place to live. It's about making what I'm worth. Yes, it's about money. It's about vacation time and benefits, getting my teeth fixed and new glasses.
The negative vibes are tough to fight. My instincts haven't let me down in a long time. I'm prepared for what's coming. The move has been telegraphed through inaction. Bring it on.
I'd write more, but the migraine hasn't gone away yet. Tomorrow is an early day, which means I get to leave early.
Sixty-four hours left of being 89628.
Sixty-four hours to freedom.
Or less. Who knows.
balanced
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