Life Is a Decision

Cate: Goldilocks is off on another dangerous mission but I wanted to leave my report so it may benefit those who may stumble across it. That being said. Here goes.

More and more I find trying to accept everything the way it is without resistance is a huge challenge. Case in point, the latest rebid for my department "sucks" and I mean really SUCKS. I've been with this company 19 years and in order to keep my 1/3 Saturday rotation they are forcing those with high seniority to take a mid-shift. However, the news is not all bad. Instead of starting at 10 a.m., they will start at 9:30 a.m. And instead of an hour lunch like I have the luxury to have now, it will be a 45 minute lunch. That is enough time to enjoy it without inhaling or gagging on it and with enough minutes left over to make a pit stop before hopping back on the phones.

So, since Goldilocks is a "good news man" let's review the advantages. I will miss most of the work traffic and school buses in the fall. It's identical to the Saturday hours plus 15 minutes. Biggest plus I'll have so much more time to release in the morning before work. That one almost outweighs any of the disadvantages hands down. I could possibly work on my home businesses in the morning and or e-mails. Can pick up any necessary grocery items and go to the credit union before work. The "P" rotation is the one I've wanted since I joined the department in January of last year. This Saturday rotation won't interfere with Asilomar and I don't have to work another Saturday until 8/8/2009. (I'm supposed to work this Saturday but because this is July 4th and I don't have to work any holidays...yeah! I have it off and still get next Wednesday off as well. My life is getting better and better!)

Disadvatages: it messes with my eating schedule. My lunch will probably be after 2 p.m. so I will miss the hot food in the cafeteria. I can either eat breakfast at work and skip lunch, or get lunch on my first break and save it until lunch. I will have to park farther out in the parking lot. (no biggee). I won't have all the wonderful slow time (the first two hours in the morning when I first come in to release and get organized. (this I will miss the most).

My goal is to be out of this slave hole at least by Christmas if not sooner by releasing only. Anyway, after the initial shock of seeing the bid sheet I am dwelling on the positive. Goldilocks would want me to do that.

But just to let you know how the universe is moving abundance in my direction. Monday I ordered a sensor box from Sears because our garage door won't close. Has been burned out on the fritz for over a year. I was getting tired of getting out of my car every morning to force it to close manually, particularly when I was running late. I wasn't sure the sensor box was the problem but about 6 months earlier I had talked to a garage door professional who deducted that was the problem. So, I ordered the part for $45 plus shipping. I asked if I could return it if it didn't work. The rep assured me I had 90 days to return it with full refund as long as I didn't open it or try to install it. That initital comment went right over my head. When it finally hit the reasoning part of my noodle I paused and replied "come again?" Duh!

But two days later when I arrive home after my husband, he asks me nonchalantly if I noticed a rather loud noise when I was closing the garage door that morning. Since my brain has more important things to do than listen for loud noises in the morning I replied to the negative. He then told me the spring on the door had broken and he could not get out of the garage. I repair person was than contacted and 3 hours later arrived to fix the door. While doing so, he replaced our broken box. Ta dah! So, not only do we have a working garage door after eons of frustration, I can get my $53 refund once the part arrives next week. Yes! Yes! Yes!

What I didn't notice that day is that I had left my reading glasses by the phone after dialing the number for Sears. Most of the time I don't need them unless I'm trying to decipher tiny little numbers like phone numbers. I wasn't until yesterday when I was calling the vet to make Goldilock's (my dog) annual check up that I noticed they were missing. Undaunted I just "let it go" and this morning I checked at the front desk to see if anyone had turned in any ready glasses. Sure enough I recognized the description when the attendant described them as gold rimmed with black and white spots around the lenses. Yup, once again The Release Technique comes through. Goldilocks will be so pleased.

Well, this has been a very long report. Hopefully, I can tell you more tomorrow when the day expects to be a slow one. Cate signing off.

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