There’s this blog entry I’ve been trying to write. Actually, this specific blog entry, as in “this space” for this entry. I’ve been trying to write it for a week. I say most of what I want to say and then I go on tangent regarding additional things I need to talk about but should be entirely new entries. Except they feel related. As what I’ve been needing to do in my life, I need to simplify this entry.
Therefore, this post is about simplifying the subject.
Due to the increasing severity of my disabilities and the demands of me at home, my life changing decision has been made. Altered somewhat from the original decision, but made.
I initially gave my notice at work two weeks ago. The decision was made. I offered to stay on until June 3rd so that I could have some private time before the girls started their summer vacation. My boss asked me to stay on until June 10th, but to also reconsider and/or think about conditions under which I might stay on.
Softy that I am, I second guessed myself and my decision. I’ll talk about it more later, but in the end I’m changing my schedule. I’m still working Monday through Friday except I’ll be going in at 9:00 rather than 9:30; I’ll be leaving at 1:30 instead of 2:30. I’m lobbing off half an hour each day, which was a half hour I wasn’t getting paid for anyway since my boss was counting it as a “lunch break.” Now, technically, I don’t need to register a lunch break and I’ll still get paid for the same amount of hours as before.
That works for me, at the moment. I’m going in earlier, which helps my production levels. I remember driving home and can spend some time with the family before I feel the need to rest upstairs.
Of course, the agency gets the better end of the deal in many ways. I did most of the compromising. I still have to meet with consumers, and answer phones, and take I & R calls. Apparently, I’m the only one who they feel is competent to work on employment skills. 🙂 My concerns are still valid but I’m also taking more control of my meeting schedule. I’ll be controlling my pace better. When my pain flare ups occur, or my immune system craps out, I’ll be paying attention and pampering myself better.
Ah well. The best laid plans tend to get dug up and rototilled, only to be laid again.