I admit it. I have issues. And most of them are the result of moving. Either moving myself, or other people moving. I guess it’s just the feeling that’s always resulted from it—that I have no control over a lot of aspects of my life. I have more control now; my parents moving doesn’t mean I have to move (thank God), but it still affects me (having to travel across to the country to see my mom and dad isn’t cool). I’ve realized as I’ve grown older that what I want from life is stability. I fear change. And I hate when change is forced upon me.
Krishni is leaving for another job.
As you can imagine, I don’t feel good about this. We have a bunch of projects in the pipeline and God only knows what’s going to happen with them if Krishni isn’t around. She’s said I’m going to be project manager for a few things which I was totally pumped for. I was nervous, too, but it was okay, because Krishni was going to help me through. But she’s not going to be here. I’m scared that of the people who are going to have to deal with the books program, I’ve been here the longest. I mean, with a magazine or a newspaper, there’s a routine. You know what needs to get done and it shouldn’t change too terribly much from issue to issue. But each book project is unique. There are different people to work with, different audiences and goals. Different priorities. And who’s going to manage that? Jeff? He’s been here for less than a year and has a whole department to run (in addition to only being part time). Suzanne? God, don’t even get me started. Me? What do I know? This is my first real job. Gack.
In addition to all the worries about the actual job, I’m going to miss Krishni. She’s the best boss ever. She’s fun and cool and smart and encouraging. I can stop by her office and chat about anything. She’s been my biggest champion, going to bat for me, putting in good words for me all the time. Well, maybe now we can do social things together. Her new job is just up the road. So, we can do lunch and stuff. And maybe now Meghan will hang out with me.
So I got that news yesterday afternoon. The day started with a hellish 2 hour all-staff meeting where it was all blah blah strategic action priorities blah. Then a doctor’s appointment where I found out that my asthma is really bad and the doctor put me on steroids. Then this news from Krishni. Plus a pounding headache. I felt totally justified in going home and drinking.
I just want to thank Becca for giving me some happy news. St. Patrick’s Day is going to rock.
Current song in my head:
“Say Say Say” by Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney