A Nasty Surprise

Well I guess April really is the cruelest month.

Last Wednesday--3 days before Pesach--I was informed by my company that they are "replacing my position with one on a much lower level, and in New York."

Ouch.

There's always been some degree of job insecurity inherent in working from home. I was always out of the loop, always a step behind the company's next move. And frankly, I wasn't always so satisfied with my situation. But it was great Ima-wise, and so my plan was to sit tight...for now.

Plan A out the window.

So now I'm working on my plan B. The company is being kind enough to give me until August to find something new--a real chance to transition gracefully to a new and exciting position that allows me to learn and grow and develop and get out of the house on a regular basis.

Aye, there's the rub. Our childcare situation is going to have to change dramatically--and since I don't know what or where my (God please let me find a) new job will be, I can't even do much yet to prepare.

It's inevitable that any new position will force me to become less of a constant presence in Chamudi's life, and that makes me sad. But I'm thankful for Abba's grad-student flexibility, and hopeful about finding something that will allow me to flex my time or work a day from home.

So, just in time for Passover, my Exodus begins. For now I'm just clearing the sand out of my eyes and trying to make sense of the new world around me. But maybe by August I'll find the promised land.