The New Kid on the Block
Today I start a new job. I feel like I did on the first day of school—nervous, excited, and anxious. If someone would have told me nine months ago that I’d be starting over this late in life, I would have labeled them certifiably insane. I had been with my previous employer for twelve years and just knew I’d retire there. When the economy went left, I was sure I’d be rewarded for my years of dedication and that I would be exempt from any layoffs. But fate would have it that on September 27, 2011, I was informed that my services were no longer needed, that I better get to steppin’, and not to let the door hit me were the good Lord…Okay, it wasn’t that cold, but as much as my supervisor tried to soften the blow, when the words, “Today will be your last day” fell on my ears, I felt like I had been suckered punched. Who knew? Over the years I had survived several layoffs, I had been the assistant to the top dog, and I always got stellar reviews and good bonuses. But things would be different this time. The gig was up.
I packed up my desk and called my husband. “Babe, guess what?” There was dead silence. I could see him bracing himself on the other end of the phone, wondering what nuclear bomb I was about to drop. “What?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “I got laid off.” More silence. Then: “Laid off? What do you mean you got laid off?” I took a moment and then said “They let me go?” It was as if his brain wouldn’t let him compute the thought of losing one of two incomes. I could see him calculating in his head what we were going to have to cut back on: Cable, the gardener, the second phone line, the housekeeper…“They let you go? Wow,” he finally answered. “I’m sorry,” I said. He coughed and then stated, “I’m sorry, too, because if you don’t have a job in one week, I’m filing for divorce.” I’M KIDDING. HE DIDN’T SAY THAT. He did say, “I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it. You’ll find something else.” What he didn’t know is that I was rather relieved. I was burnt out and needed a break. I also viewed the time off as an opportunity to do some full-time writing. The severance package I received allowed me to do just that.
During my hiatus if you will, I wrote “Married in the Nick of Nine” and the sequel to “Married in the Nick of nine” that will debut in 2013. My understanding husband told me to do my thing as long as I got a job by June. God is so good because he just about put a job in my lap. I reached out to one of my former bosses and he passed my resume along to his personnel department. After a phone interview, face to face meetings with three people from human resources, and interviews with the two professional’s I’ll support, I was made an offer I couldn’t refuse. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Tomorrow is my first day on the job and I want to shine. I want to be the best assistant the company’s ever hired. While I’m working every day, I’m believing that God will give me favor with “Married in the Nick of Nine” and that it will take off in big way.
So here I am, decked out in my two piece suit, ready to kick butt. “Lord, please be with me today. Let Your Light shine through me. Let me give everyone a smile and a hello. Help me to catch on quickly. Let me be attentive and focused. Let me go from being the ‘New Kid on the Block’ to the ‘Go to Girl.’ Amen.”