Well folks, 2019 has been off to a very strange start in the Buddy/Philmonster household. So far:
Philmonster had to get a tooth pulled.
I was having funky chest pains from hell for weeks and thought I was about to drop dead - went to the doctor who sent me to a cardiologist and had every test known to mankind done, including a stress test, and the results are........I am apparently completely insane because I came back in perfect health. Doc says maybe I strained something at the gym or maybe I’m carryin “stress in my chest”. Huh?????? Anyway, I live to see another day. Great, but then:
My company was bought by a larger company and all employees were warned that our jobs might be eliminated. Talk about “stress in the chest”, lol. So I was sure I was getting the boot. I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore and my salary is just about at the level that they might want to cut to save money. That’s happened to me before.
Well, today was the day. The new management was in the office conference room and throughout the day, they called various employees in, and many were in tears when they came out. We started calling it the Room of Doom. It was like Survivor. Everyone was sitting at their desks in complete panic wondering if the Angel of Corporate Death was going to call them in.
After about 2PM, I still had not been called in, and I thought I was off the hook and was starting to breathe sighs of relief, when at that very moment, I was called into the Room of Doom.
AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!
I was certain that I was going to be let go and then after 20+ years of agenting, I’d be applying for a waiter position at the Red Lobster.
But........
They told me that they were giving me a small raise, annnnnnnnd, they were promoting me to Vice President of my division.
What the........!?!??!
Well, like I said, strange start to the year.
PS -
Philmonster is refusing to go to Disney again, even though during the holidays, he approved a trip. He’s in the doghouse, big time.
The moral of this story is always listen to your body and get checked if something feels off. It’s better to know than not know. And if weird job stuff happens, don’t be as pessimistic as I was. It could turn out better than expected. And Philmonster is a toothless liar.
We are going for an Oceanview. Both DH and I are prone to motion sickness, but if we can see out, we are both good.
Him and Richard Dean Andersson were 2 of my crushes in high school.
