If you ever thought that it would be nice to be a fly on the wall, you might think want to reconsider that thought. In our home, your outcome will vary depending upon who finds you. My husband, who is too kind in my opinion, does his best to usher flies, bees, and other bug life out of the house safely. I, on the other hand, will grab the nearest newspaper and, with a swift swat, end the life of the intruder. We had over a dozen intruders in our home yesterday evening. They were being ushered and swatted right and left.
Here at my work, moral is down three-fold from last week. The WARN letters were received exactly five weeks ago and those in my department are still awaiting the announcements of our outcome. And in the meantime, people naturally have been interviewing elsewhere. They are “dropping like flies.” Three people resigned today alone.
As for me, there are a lot of balls up in the air. I am going a bit crazy trying to keep the ones I care about most a-float. While it is nice to have decisions – to know that *someone* thinks your valuable – its stressful too. I hope that I can make the right decision. All the other areas of my life count on it. Maybe then I can actually read the paper instead of just using it to swat flies.