I think I have even used this title before, and not that long ago.
Ol' pesky work is back at it again. First the union contracts are set to expire on August 1st, last time I filed for an exception since I was a food source for another human being (when Tyler was very little) and Verizon accepted the reason and allowed me to not go. This time however either the need is greater or they feel as though Jackson is old enough, I am being asked to fill in a position for one of the union workers. Last time I pulled forklift operator in Philly but this time I got billing and collections in a call center in Pittsburgh PA. Starting bright and early Monday August 3rd I will be answering phone calls six days a week, 12 hours a day completely broken hearted away from my family. It will be hard to sound empathetic on the phone as someone describes why they can't pay their bill on time. While I prepare for this assignment (read cry myself to sleep at night) Verizon dropped another bomb shell on us. Our VP believes that we would have better synergy if we all worked together in the office, so she has demanded that we either move to the east coast to one of the five main Verizon centers out there or train our replacement and pack our things. The only tempting part about this terrorist threat is that of the cities listed three of them sound wonderful - Long Island NY, Boston MA and Washington DC. It would be such a new and exciting place to live in any of those but it would mean that we pick up and leave here and even when I get there I would no longer be able to work from home. It would definitely be a complete change of life style. The sadness surrounding me right now is palpable. So I have three weeks to state my decision in writing and then would have to either relocate or have someone else trained by March 2016. Blah!