Tuesday, Mom's job was to go get copies and prints of all the pictures we were going to use while I worked a half-day at work. For lunch we went to this really cute tea room just a couple of miles from my house called Lulu's Tea Room. We had a girly lunch and yummy homemade desert to get us ready for scrapbooking. Not before we took a quick nap to really get us ready.
Then it happened. That overwhelming feeling you get when there is so much to do and so little time to do it in. By 4:00 we were just getting started. I was getting frustrated from the "what do you think" "i don't know" "what do you think" conversation that seemed to just keep going round and round resulting in nothing productive. Finally, we decided to each just pick a page and start. Getting started is half the battle. Once we got started it was great!! We had a blast, though we knew there was no way we could finish that night. We decided mom could come back for a weekend and we would work on it some more then. Oh, the memories and emotions that came up as we were working. Fun times.
Thursday was a hard day. It was what we at work called "d-day". You see one of the sites, the site that I work at, is going to be closing in just a couple of months. Several people were going to be losing their jobs and it was on this day that 'they' were going to tell us who it would be. Thankfully, I already knew that I would be safe and would be transferring one of the other sites when this one closed. It still was seeing people that I have grown to enjoy working with and respect as professionals find out they were going to have to find work elsewhere. I think the hardest part is knowing the stories behind the people... newly married, just bought a house, single mom, someone just bought a house, been with the company a while, just started with the company, about to have a baby. No one was safe. Now granted, I understand that the people making these decisions had a very hard time. No one wanted to do this and it was just something that had to be done. They couldn't base their decisions on people's stories because then who could they get rid of. Everyone has a story. They were the fairest they could be and carefully thought through decisions, but still it hurts. While I am grateful that I have a job, it will be like starting a new job here in a couple of months as we play fruit-basket-turn-over and learn to work with new people and with familiar people in a new setting.
This weekend I have spent trying to think as little as possible. I've watched football, napped, watched more football, enjoyed worship this morning, and am now watching a little more football. I love a fall weekend!!

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