Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tuesday

Oh dear, these days of waiting for news of my fate and the fate of others are taking a long time. We won't know until September 4 which positions are being cut - and then that isn't the end of it, there will be more. The days at work are long - people are not talking to each other. I am in the process of re-writing my job description so that it is written so specifically no one else can qualify for my job. And I guess as a supervisor I am a nightmare. I am not going to lie. Anyone who thinks their job is safe is deluding themselves. And that is precisely what I have said.

I am going to walk this morning as soon as it is light enough. I am not sure at all about walking instead of running. It doesn't seem like as much exercise, but I do walk nearly as fast as I run. It just sounds OLD to go out and "walk" as opposed to going out to "run."

I didn't tell you all that I fell on Sunday when I was hiking. I was talking with my friend and tripped right over a rock. As if in slow motion, I tried to catch myself, it seemed to take a full minute, and then I went "BAM!" into the dirt. Another unofficial bone density test - no broken bones. Some bruises and scrapes, but I am OK. My friend is an RN and assured me that I don't need to feel that I am too feeble to take a walk - it was a rock in the path, anyone could have tripped over it. I guess if I stayed home and didn't do anything I would decrease my risk of falling, but I would also decrease my risk of having a good, happy, healthy life. So fuggedaboudit! (and now my hiking shorts will look super cool forever more with blood stains.)

So, I will get out there in God's creation and see what's up.

I think I shall endeavor to stay sober again today, care to join me?

13 comments:

Scott said...

I'll keep you in my prayers on the job front... praying for God's Will of course...

What do they say, watch that last step, it's a doosey? lol

Scott W said...

Something makes me think of being between a rock and a hard place.

Lou said...

I fell and broke my wrist running in Washington DC in April (at the Cherry Blossom festiveal). Now I find myself gaurding when I run. It stinks! I'm hoping the feeling will go away. There is no denying, I'm losing balance as I age..but it would actually be a lot worse if we didn't exercise.

Yes, the days at work will certainly drag now..

dAAve said...

You might just as easily trip over a rug. Or that apple pie that you left on the floor.
I'll stay sober with you today.

Tall Kay said...

I pray that God shows you a sign of hope today.

Banana Girl said...

I am so grateful you did not hurt yourself. You have endured enough physical pain this year. Walking is good, gives you time to see more. Good luck with the job site. The tension of the unknown creates a sort of relentless fear that is creeping and insidious. It makes otherwise normal sane people do strange things to one another. Sounds a lot like alcohol, no? Love you,
J.

Trailboss said...

I hate what is happening to you and your coworkers and every other city and county in our great country. But, whatever happens you will be OK.

Syd said...

I've fallen off my boat twice. I'm more careful now when moving around on it. Hope that your bruises will diminish. You are courageous. All will be well because you are a survivor in the grandest sense.

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Susan DeAngelis said...

The waiting -- it's agonizing.

I had a similar situation 16 years ago. I was working for Gruman Areospace as a programmer, out on maternity leave with a raging unemployed alcoholic for a husband -- the story is long, but the outcome is good.

After I got laid off, I left the programming field, went back to school and became a teacher. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I hope your job is secure -- you're in my prayers. But remember, things have a habit of working themselves out.

I'm here if you need to talk, friend.
Sue

Ed G. said...

Sigh...

Looks like we might have to start moderating comments again. I hope not...

Anyway, I'm glad your trip/fall was not any worse and that you've got a good attitude about it.

I hope you can find places of joy and hope in the midst of the waiting game.

Blessings and aloha...

Gin said...

Thinking of you...

Pam said...

Damn! But I agree that blood stained hiking shorts are all in vogue these days.
I'm gonna stay sober with you too.