Wish Me Luck

Do you ever have so much to do or say that you don’t know how to get started? This morning was like that for me. I think I’m still processing some of what’s going through my head, so I’ll just start with the easy stuff.

I had an amazing massage, and I am so glad I found my new therapist and that she was taking on new clients. She is 69, has blue hair, and goes hand-gliding on the weekends. She worked out many of the knots that have taken up residence in my body. She’s a bit more expensive than the one back in Denver but totally worth it.

I also got a great deal on a cabinet at my local thrift store. They had just put it on the floor and were having a half-off sale, so I got it for $35. It’s not a bookcase but a cabinet with doors and drawers. I hope the three of us can get it out of my car. It took two grown men to get it in and it barely, and I do mean barely, fit.

Thrifting wasn’t the original plan for the day. We were headed to the ceramic painting place that has posted hours of 10-6 every day. There was a neon sign that said ‘open’ when we got there but it was locked up and dark. No doubt the locals all knew why it was closed but I am not a member of that club yet.

Which brings me to what has me most upset right now. I’m not sure if I’m going to get a chance to try to get into the locals club.

Turns out there’s been a change in policy regarding remote work right in the middle of my request to make this move permanent. The policy is for new remote requests-as in they aren’t allowing any to be approved at the agency level anymore. Mine is not a new request. It’s a change to the location of the already approved remote work, but that apparently doesn’t matter. HR and my management say every request is on hold until guidance is received from the department.

WTF? Why wasn’t guidance provided when the policy change happened? I know bureaucracies always work that way. I know this. It’s not a surprise, but I am pissed off anyway.

My biggest concern is my medical–my pills especially. My healthcare network does not have providers in Tennessee, so I was going to have timing issues changing insurance companies anyway even with a smooth transition.

Now I’ll have to take a full day of sick leave to drive to Atlanta to get seen for anything or to pick up pills at the pharmacy. They won’t mail them to me here without lots of hoops. I anticipated some delay and managed to get a six-month supply before I left but I’m worried that won’t be enough. Nobody wants me around without my meds.  Trust me on this.

Anyway, it has me worried enough that I’m working on backup plans…starting with applying for another job. I never would have even looked or considered jumping ship before.  Now I’m actively looking.

I figured I’d probably have to adjust how early I retire, so I’m not averse to having to work several more years if I find another job for another agency. When I looked online I found a pretty fabulous opportunity that would allow me to work from here and get a promotion. I know I’m more than qualified for the position and my veteran’s preference gives me a leg up. If they already have someone in mind none of that matters but I like my chances.

If my agency does right by me and I get selected for the new position I’ll have a difficult decision to make. That’s the kind of problem I’d rather have. I don’t want to have to figure out how we’re going to manage if I have to move back to Colorado.

Here’s hoping chips fall my way. Wish me luck.