This isn’t a pretty thing as we’re discovering at work. I’m sorry for this dismal post. There have been rumors flying all over the place for a month now. Well yesterday we confirmed the boss of seventeen years is leaving. She’s being forced out of the business, which is such a shame. All of us love her and she’s the best boss ever, tough but fair, and who could ask for more than that? But you know how it is when personalities and styles collide.
Now everyone working in our division feels their jobs are on the line and there’s so much scrambling and drama going on over what to do. I’m sure some of you out there have had experience with what happens when a new group takes over the duties in the workplace. Unfortunately most of the older people are forced out for ones with the viewpoint of the new boss. This is especially true for management positions, although I expect it to impact some of the rest of us as well that have been there a long time and are fans of the outgoing boss.
I’m probably not going to be keeping up my twice weekly posting here on this blog due to all the things going on in my life and in my head as I try to handle all this change. It has caught most of us by surprise, although we suspected a big change was coming. Right now I’m caught up in the whole mess wondering what to do myself, as I probably won’t want to work for the incoming regime. I’m sure there will be more scrutiny put upon us and also changes we aren’t used to and perhaps a lot of us will have trouble adapting to.
Almost everyone in my workplace is contemplating leaving and looking elsewhere for jobs. These people are like extended family and it pains me to see everyone hurting and so paranoid about the future. I find myself in the same frame of mind with times of anxiety that I can’t sleep or eat much. Is this letting the regional manager win? I hope not. After our morning meetings at work we’re sent out on the floor with a positive attitude and the thought of not letting them when. Them (in this case) being the hungry customers who can drive us all crazy. If you’ve ever tried to serve food from a stainless steel cart inside a busy store you’ll know exactly what I mean. But the customers in my state have no manners at all. It seems their parents were absent during their upbringing, or perhaps they feel entitled to be given free food and waited on and all their messes cleaned up by us. The food service industry can be a thankless job, except for a few who recognize what it is to serve others with a smile no matter how the day is going.
So I’m done ranting and look forward to coming home at the end of the day, taking off the shoes and all the hot clothes required for the job and enjoying the wildlife in my backyard that hasn’t got a care in the world except for looking for food and water all day and trying to stay away from the predators so they can live another day. Sometimes I wish I only had their problems to deal with.
Papa with his baby quail. Both parents share equally in their upbringing.
On a lighter note, we’re finally seeing baby quail showing up in the yard. They’re so late this year unless this is the second batch. I’m told quail can have two sets of chicks in a year. They are so cute and we’ve missed them so much. The babies are carbon copies of their parents and mimic them in all they do. It’s so cute to watch and adds some joy to a stressful day.
Note: Due to the nature of this post, I can't post other pics at this time. Thank you for understanding.