Shock

It was warm this morning.  I woke up late, rushed through my morning routine of fixin' my breakfast and packed lunch and strode to work.  I strode with as much gusto as coffee can give you whilst listening to Fall Out Boy on my Ipod to work.  This day will be good I can tell.  Everything was going smoothly until I walked into the door.

I clocked in.  Several seconds later my boss told me the bad news.  Nope, nobody of importance died.  Nope, I am not getting fired.  Nope I am not getting sued.  She told me somberly, they want us out of this facility by the end of the month.  I gave her a confused look and a 'huh?'-face.  She said yes, you heard me right.  They want their own people coming in to replace us.  It took kinda long for me to digest what she just said.  Then I saw Curtis, a PT assistant, reach for the phone and called Lucy Corr if they got a position open for him there.  Yes, there will be a shakeup and we are definitely moving out.  It's not a rumor anymore.  We are being kicked out.

I am not losing my job.  I still have a job, I just don't know where.  And wherever that is, I'm sure it will be stressful.  It is a proven scientific fact, that moving to a different place and getting a new job are among the most stressful events in one's life.  It is a strong possibility too that I will get both by the end of the month.  I hate to relocate.  I hate to start over again.  But I have no choice.   It's not the work that bothers me, it's the adjustment that I have to make all over again.

Just when I thought I was transitioning rather smoothly to living my American dream, here goes the shake up.  I've worked here for four months and during that period I have learned a lot from the people I am working with now.  I remember several months back that the people there just come in to work, do what they have to do and go home.  It's like there is no personal connection among them, everything is purely professional.  But lately, we have been sharing some laughs together, stories, nonsense and we kid around all the time.  It makes work light and even the patients who do their therapy there take part in  the camaraderie that we all enjoy.  I would like to think that I have helped a whole lot in making this transformation by opening up and doing silly stuff around which made them think I am not uptight and reciprocated my playfulness.  I consider them now as a small family.

A small family about to be broken up even before we made stronger bonds.  And now I will be forced to make new bonds with no assurances that the people I will be working with next aren't a-holes.  That the place I will be relocated at will be as convenient and accessible.  Until now, I don't drive.  And that is an immense handicap I have to face. 

I don't know what the future holds.  For now, I will sleep.  Still confused.  Still in shock.