Friday, May 30, 2014

Where have you been?

I guess the better question is where have I been? I keep meaning to get on here to post an update, but can't find two spare minutes to put together to do so. I know that some of you already know this because you follow me on facebook, but I thought that I'd write out some of the details. Because this blog isn't entirely anonymous, I've revised what I'd originally written so as to be...more positive...should inquiring persons decide to search for just such a post at some point in the future.

When Ethan was 3 months old, I went back to work. I had 14 weeks of maternity leave due to the combination of 8 weeks of planned leave and delivering 6 weeks preterm. I went back to work thinking everything was hunky-dory, when it really wasn' really, really wasn't.

A co-worker took over my schedule while I was gone. She was previously my student and had just been hired on after her graduation. She was licensed for a mere month before I delivered and she had to take over everything. Given that she was so new to it, she took over seamlessly and did a great job.  Her sales were high, patient's were happy, boss lady was happy, all was good. When I returned though, sales opportunities were not distributed evenly. Patient's were actively moved off of my schedule and onto hers and no one seemed to know how it was happening, fingers were pointed in every direction and I was getting screwed. After 3 months of essentially no income for our family, I didn't make enough sales in January to earn commission for the first time in nearly 6 years of working there.  I thought it was a fluke, many patients had awaited my return before coming in for a variety of issues and my schedule got bogged down with the nonsense. I really do rely on sales for income. So when February ended with yet another month without commission, I knew something was amiss. I was being phased out.

Nate had been on my case to find another job since the whole debacle of Ethan's birth in Las Vegas, but I had assured him that things would be fine once I returned to work. They weren't.

I actively sought out another job for the entire month of March. I received many offers, but nothing that would work for us. Everything I was getting required some major change, such as moving across the country. Finally, on March 26, a job in Albuquerque fell in my lap, a previous co-worker had left 5 years ago for the job, worked there ever since, and recently resigned to go elsewhere to work part time. I received the final offer on March 30th (a Monday) and the planned start date was March 16th. I went to work that Monday and planned to resign from my current job that Wednesday to give myself 2 weeks to close up shop and finalize patients. I was surprised to be called into the boss's office at the end of the day. After rather minimal conversation, I resigned on the spot and was asked to leave that day rather than at the end of 2 weeks. The message was thanks but no thanks for your 6 years of blood, sweat and tears.

Well ok then.

I contacted the new boss and accepted the position let him know that we were getting ready to relocate and that I was not required to do the final 2 weeks of work that I had planned. He asked me to come early....

Nate and I ran around like headless chickens trying to get things planned out. We got a house in ABQ to rent but couldn't move in for a month. We decided to rent because we were not at all familiar with the area and had no idea where to live. We were very limited on rental options due to having 6 dogs, but did find a place rather quickly, all things considered. So the new boss man rented us a house in Santa Fe and I commuted the 1 hour drive every day for a month. Then we moved into the rental house in ABQ at the beginning of May.

We are finally settled and unpacked. So I figured it was time to unpack this blog too and get all of you updated!

Considering changing the blog name to "Greetings from Somewhere, NM", because we no longer live in the middle of Nowhere, but I've had the old name for so long...Opinions?