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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Fire!!!

I’m becoming a nervous wreck! Every time I heard a chopper overhead, I looked to see if the chopper displayed the red paint of search and rescue. I haven’t post for so long that I’m suspecting some of you might have called them on me.

So please call them off, I’m not lost, I was in a wait-and-see shit-uation. It is a bit like when you are at the dentist, you are sitting in the chair, you known that time period between the time a person show you the chair and the arrival of the dentist… that waiting period when you can’t do nothing else then wait (or in my case think about running), well it has been like that for me the past month.

At work, we knew that there would be cut of personnel, I even volunteer to be one of them. Then I wait to see if I would get my walking out paper. Yesterday, I had a meeting with my divisional director and he gave me a letter stating that they were sorry, but because of the budget cut, my position has been cut. Youppi!!! I am going to retire at the latest September 28, 2012. That is in 150 days. This is like sitting in a bus and then you just found out that it is an express, it will bring you directly to your destination.

Yesterday, the director was meeting individually with the entire accepted volunteers. This was easy for him, as we are the happy bunch of the cut. However, in the middle of July, he will be serving letter to others that will not be that happy. The work environment is not too good, everyone are so nervous and stress about not knowing if they will still have a job. Management will start a process where every one would have to compete to keep their job.

My biggest problem is my wife (and I say that in a nice way:) ), her department is not cutting position, so she need to find someone that is being cut off and trade position with them. There is a whole system being deploy to help accomplish this, let’s hope that she find a good match.

I have been pushing my kids to get a “good job” in the public service, however, they didn’t listen to me… thanks the god-of-security-job that they didn’t listen.