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Sep. 25th, 2024 05:31 amHello Tropical Storm Soon to be Hurricane Helene. Yay. /sarcasm
Honestly, it shouldn't be too bad for us. But the kids are very likely to be home Thursday, so I'm trying to mentally prepare. On the plus side, it looks like we somehow evaded the stomach bug that is tearing through our parent friend's house, despite having her sick kiddo with us overnight Sunday. I might have gone overboard with the bleach cleaning up that vomit, but hey: no one else has thrown up.
Because of said clean up at 4am Monday, I ended up taking a nap mid-morning Monday and had the most realistic nightmare I've had in a very, very long time. My boss-boss wanted to meet, in person, to tell us something important. She got very personal and soft-voiced, as she had when she'd announced IRL our team's downsizing. She said the company was getting rid of all remote positions and doing Return to Office and we had until the end of the month to either relocate or quit. I don't remember ever crying in a dream, but I absolutely broke down in that one.
It was so real-feeling that even now, almost two days later, it's hard to shake that it didn't actually happen and that this isn't something imminent. To make myself feel a little calmer, I started a log of everything I'm doing at work, so I can pull it out and justify my position at the drop of a hat. I should've been doing this for a while, as my boss had been asking everyone about their projects since June (which is why this reduction isn't quite a shock, but).
I just need two more years. Two more years and then it won't matter if they drop me or force RTO. I wouldn't have thought they'd do either right up until 2 weeks ago; they weathered the 2008 financial crisis amazingly well and surfed through the 2020 one with nary an issue, but I guess the high interest rates has caused a financial environment that's untenable for a lot of businesses. Those are going down now, so everything should even out, but also... well, trust has been lost. And when it's only their word that they'd never force RTO, well.
And now Toddler is awake? At 5am? What are you doing, son?
Honestly, it shouldn't be too bad for us. But the kids are very likely to be home Thursday, so I'm trying to mentally prepare. On the plus side, it looks like we somehow evaded the stomach bug that is tearing through our parent friend's house, despite having her sick kiddo with us overnight Sunday. I might have gone overboard with the bleach cleaning up that vomit, but hey: no one else has thrown up.
Because of said clean up at 4am Monday, I ended up taking a nap mid-morning Monday and had the most realistic nightmare I've had in a very, very long time. My boss-boss wanted to meet, in person, to tell us something important. She got very personal and soft-voiced, as she had when she'd announced IRL our team's downsizing. She said the company was getting rid of all remote positions and doing Return to Office and we had until the end of the month to either relocate or quit. I don't remember ever crying in a dream, but I absolutely broke down in that one.
It was so real-feeling that even now, almost two days later, it's hard to shake that it didn't actually happen and that this isn't something imminent. To make myself feel a little calmer, I started a log of everything I'm doing at work, so I can pull it out and justify my position at the drop of a hat. I should've been doing this for a while, as my boss had been asking everyone about their projects since June (which is why this reduction isn't quite a shock, but).
I just need two more years. Two more years and then it won't matter if they drop me or force RTO. I wouldn't have thought they'd do either right up until 2 weeks ago; they weathered the 2008 financial crisis amazingly well and surfed through the 2020 one with nary an issue, but I guess the high interest rates has caused a financial environment that's untenable for a lot of businesses. Those are going down now, so everything should even out, but also... well, trust has been lost. And when it's only their word that they'd never force RTO, well.
And now Toddler is awake? At 5am? What are you doing, son?