feet are cold.
toes are blue.
ought to put
Is this the best I can do? Yes.
It feels like my writing soul is dead and there is no reason why.
Life is actually not too bad right now.
The new owners had a meeting with all of us this week.
Positive words were spewed that made the future there
look like it will last longer than another month or two.
Seems that we peons were fed some serious mis-information
by the in-between white-collar people. Schmucks.
The plan really is... a major renovation of our building, to
include lots of new equipment. Serious focusing on acquiring
new work. Diversify. Improve. Make money.
duh. Isn't that the purpose of most businesses?
They do not want us to go away. They want us to get better.
What this does for me is remove the panic factor.
I can research and plan a life change in a timely manner.
I can expect regular paychecks to continue for a while.
(No one can guarantee anything forever.)
I have a nice amount of vacation time that I can use to
make some trips to calmly check out other options.
I hope to spend a few days in Tennessee to do just that...
later this month, after I rack up a bit more overtime to
cover the cost of gasoline and a motel or two.
No... I haven't heard anything from the resume, yet.
I still feel that something is going to work out, though.
It may just be something I haven't considered yet, so I
am keeping myself open to input from the Universe.
I do have this vision of what, in my perfect little idealistic
romantic world, I would really, really want to happen.
It's that impossible dream that cannot come true.
Or, can it?
If I can write it out without sounding like a cross between
Pollyanna and Julie Andrews, I'll post it.
It is so very nice to breathe easier again. For now.