So I spent today wrestling with decisions.  Tormented by options. 

I was like a Dandelion puff with no direction, clingy to the wind and hoping for a soft place to land....


Several weeks ago I posted for 2 positions within my company.  I'm no longer happy with my job.  A job that I adored and loved for the past 12 of my 15 years with the company was suddenly taken from me and handed to the incompetent, because it technically fell under her job title and not mine.  She hates it and can't seem to get a grip on any of it.  I watch the aged inventory grow every day and keep wondering when someone in management is going to start being concerned with this - with what was once the companies biggest focus.

I had our office listed as the number one seed in the company.  Me with my "Scrubbing bubbles" as I called them, kept our aged inventory under control, escalated the things we saw needed special attention and hunted people down to do their jobs right.  We were a good, good team and the reason Kingston was always so stellar.

In the two months that have passed I have spent my days fielding instant messengers, emails, texts and phone calls, all telling me they want me back.  What a twit she is.  Asking why she doesn't get it.  What is management doing.  Where are their goals...  I smile in appreciation for their words and then scowl at the things I see happening. 

But at the end of the day... there is nothing I can do about it.

The office is going to hell in a hand basket (what ever a hand basket is) and I want out.

Frustrated I applied for a job almost exactly like what I do now but with our Mental Health division.  My old Manager actually sought me out for the position. She needed a bull with aged inventories and knew who to call!   She had already taken my previous supervisor over to her side and told me she'd let me know when she had something for me.  With that insider tip, I applied, interviewed, and waited... and waited... and waited.   Today they made the officail offer.  

However...  I was on PTO for 10 days prior to this week and forgot what I hated so much in the recent weeks about my current position.  Then I recalled the F12 monotony.  The "Beuller, Beuller, Beuller" repetition that my day had become.  The absolute brain dead lack of challenge in my every day.  The "oh squirrel!"
moments because I was so damn bored...   

But I was still scared.  What if they decide that the twit in fact can NOT do my job and they come looking for me... and I'm gone?  What if this new job is a lot harder and I can't blog, youtube or FB all day?  How will it be leaving every thing you know and are so amazing at behind and being the beginner again?

so scared....

Then I read an AOL Article.. a random thing about a woman that wrote a book called My Year With Eleanor.  A book based on a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt she had read in her own moment of desperation.

"Do one thing every day that scares you. " -- Eleanor Roosevelt

I took this as a sign.

At  2:45pm this afternoon I called the recruiter in Texas and told her that I would take the position.

phew...  that's done.

I start on Monday.  2-3 weeks of 9-5 training... that stinks...  but then things will be like they were before.  But with old bosses that I loved, with no Mandatory Over Time, with more challenging tasks, and as soon as I'm ramped up... aged pends!   Something to look forward too....

Thanks Eleanor.