Well, here we go again. I'm sorry not to have posted anything in so long. I definitely haven't lived up to my New Year's resolution to post more, but then, the year has many months remaining, so there is time for improvement. Anyhow...lets get back to the post here.
I haven't posted in a long time because of goings-on at work. Who I work for is not that hard to figure out for anyone that digs a little, but I don't like it to be blatantly obvious either, in part because I don't want anything I say or have an opinion on while writing this blog to be taken as the official position of my airline. So, I've been mulling about what to write. The events unfolding at my employer have the potential to affect my personal life in a big way, though, so I've decided to share what's happening here (without going into any specifics as far as company names.)
A merger in my industry is afoot, which if it occurs, will affect me and my co-workers in a major way. I'm not worried about keeping my job, you understand, but it appears likely that if the merger is approved, I'll have to move to a different city. This would not bother me too much except that the city in question is in a much colder climate than here (I thought I had ESCAPED cold winters, finally) and also, my mother is living here now, and I like being able to visit her on a regular basis.
This is hardly the end of the world or anything. I know that there are millions of people out there right now who would love having a job, period, no matter where it was located. But it has been bothering me. You see, since I've been working in the airline industry, I have moved to a different state six times in the last fifteen years. I'd likely have moved less if I had stayed in the military. So when I finally got hired by a major airline, one where people had been living in this city for DECADES, I thought, well, maybe now I can finally settle down. I even had looked at some townhomes with a realtor, although I'm very glad now that I didn't buy one.
It takes me quite a while to get settled when I move...I guess this is true for everyone. Aside from the move itself, there's all the getting familiar with the new city that goes along with the move. Finding a new gym, finding your way around, finding new doctors, places to shop, etc...the list goes on. I'm not looking forward to it, when and if it happens, but since I don't want to leave my employer, I'll probably move when and if I have to. I was considering a move to a larger apartment here locally, but with a move to a new city on the horizon, I've decided to keep on living where I'm at for now.
My sisters and I could always move my mother to a facility in the metro area where I'd be living, if we have to. That would be much simpler this time, since Mom no longer has a dog, and we wouldn't have to deal with selling her house like we did last time, but she's pretty happy where she is, and it's a good idea to not disrupt the routines of people suffering dementia if you can avoid it. One of my sisters actually already lives in the metro area where I might be moving to, although ironically her husband's company is going through a merger of its own, and they may have to move to Texas soon. I could also look for a new job here, but I really like what I'm currently doing, and I doubt I could find any similar work nearby. Time will tell, I suppose.
Part of the really annoying thing is that we were all happy at work because we recently got a new contract (and a pay raise.) However, we didn't even get to enjoy a single paycheck at our new salary before the merger talk started. So, people are understandably a bit disgruntled right now. But life goes on.
Other than that issue (which to me is a bit like saying, "Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?") life is going pretty well. I've been trying to exercise more and do a bit more socially. I haven't had any more run-ins with angry women, so that's a relief. One of Mom's knees seems to be bothering her slightly, but she's doing pretty well overall as well, and seems very content with things.
I did have a rather negative experience at my local brewpub tonight which I also wanted to share (the service sucked) but that's about it as far as negative non-work related events go. Little tip to the new bartender at the brewpub...when someone has their own mug hanging in your bar, it's a good sign that they are a regular, and that it might be a good idea to give them decent service. It also might be a sign that they know the manager and can go straight to him with a complaint if they want to. I rarely complain to restaurant managers...in fact, tonight was the first time I'd ever said anything negative to the manager in the four years I've been going there, but trust me, tonight it was warranted. I am probably making too much out of the bad service, since the food was quite good, but I'd had a very good day off from work so far (went to the gym, had a good workout, took care of some errands) and I was hoping to end the day with a pleasant meal, but the service I received made it decidedly unpleasant. Of course, wanting to write about the experience finally got me off my duff and posting something in my blog, so I guess it wasn't all bad.
I hope everyone is doing well, and thanks for reading my diatribe. For any new readers (or any old readers who missed an entry) I have updated the entries where I transcribed my grandmother's diary, so that if you start at the beginning, at the bottom of each entry there is a link taking you to the following entry. I'd been meaning to do that for a while, and with the recent conclusion of HBO's miniseries "The Pacific" I finally was inspired to get it taken care of. A link to the first diary entry can be found in the sidebar, under "Greatest Hits."