Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Journal 7

My world is changing. 

Heh, the world is always changing.  Your life today is not a carbon copy of yesterday’s life, but there are similarities, there are overlying themes and activities that require repetition.  Brushing your teeth, eating, bathing, working, and breathing.  Breathing…*shrug*  I want to think of the future, not those who no longer breathe.

My job is changing, actually my job is disintegrating.  My position will no longer exist as of October 1, 2015.  My company won a contract to expand.  Part of the contract determines that the main corporate office must be in a different city. That is understandable, but it has created tremendous upheaval for the staff of this company.  Who will move, who can telecommute, who is searching for a new job.
I am in an odd little pickle, as my job is not on the transfer roster.  Strictly speaking, it got farmed out to another 3rd party. So I am taking this as an opportunity to flip my process.  As of this fall semester I will be going to school full time and working part time.

I cannot stress how terrifying this is to me.  Not having a full time job is not something I am at all comfortable with, but I am so close to finishing school and I so need to be done with it.  My momentum is thinning and I need to bolster it.  So I am hoping FASFA will actually be awarded to me beyond the Feds saying “Yo, you qualify” and that my family who promised to chip in can actually do so.  I will find a part time job no matter what happens.  I am hoping to find something in my current field, so I can keep a hand in and even more hoping that I will be able to cover my own bills.

If not maybe I will borrow Natalie Goldberg’s idea of spontaneous poetry and set up shop on a corner somewhere.