Nothing Personal

I found an effective way to behave properly during a meeting you don’t want to go to, faced with a individual you are no longer interested in working with. The secret is a headache! Who knew my body would so effectively plan my early exit from the workday but firing up a blinding migraine that put me on my back in a dark room, sheltering from light while hoarding sinus medication to try and combat at least some of the pain gripping my skull. I have to be honest, of all the ways I plotted to act during the meeting, I simply didn’t think of not going.

And it worked! The meeting is pushed back to next week following what I believe will be an explosive department meeting telling us of the changes that are coming down the pike. I’m not overly concerned. In fact today, in a conversation with a co-worker, we talked about the possibilities and I let them know I wasn’t really concerned. I’m sure after knowing me for so many years they were surprised as I tend to worry about it, but with an exit already planned, the upcoming inner workings of this company no longer hold my anxiety. It is just the business of me finding happiness, I’m hoping when this is all said and done they realize it is nothing personal.

There is just a whole group of us looking for options. We have been sending each other jobs we find that might be better for someone else, giving pep talks and working through interview questions and talk tracks. There is a certain camaraderie for people who are looking for a job, or looking for options to find a better way to live. I have something coming up in a couple of weeks, but then the real games will begin with the start of the process.

Of course, not only did my pain receptors fire up in my skull, but zits and, oddly enough, facial hair has decided to swoop in together to really welcome me to a new year. We cannot, it seems, determine which side of the menopause spectrum we would like to land on, so my hormones are planning to participate in everything.

This weekend I will be looking into laser hair removal. I simply do not need the extra bathroom time to be on the lookout for wiry random hairs growing where ever they’ve damn well decided to grow. You would think we could at least have a conversation before they start making these moves, but clearly my body has decided to go off on a tangent so I will be fighting back. Let the battles begin!