Just as I’m starting to get used to all this free time. Reading books I want to read. Enjoying blogs, both the fresh and the familiar ones, and welcoming new Tweakers. Finding the freedom to enjoy my schooling; digging deep and thinking hard, working the muscle between my ears . . .
I get a certified letter from my company.
They are calling me back.
I clock in for the first time in eight weeks on July 7th.
Definitely not what I considered a possibility when they laid me off. The housing market sucked back then. Sucked for quite a while. And it’s not getting any better. So the pessimist in me is worried.
Perhaps they are bringing all of us back just so they can let us go for good next time. Sooner rather than later I would guess.
Maybe a bunch of people are heeding the call of retirement. Summertime is the best time to shout “Take this job and shove it!” and my company has no shortage of eligible employees.
We’re an innovative company. Perhaps the brains have found new fields to tap. And demand necessitates more feet on the floor.
It’s got me all flummoxed.
But return to work I shall. Just so my wife won’t kill me . . .