Today’s Tuesday. I’m on sick leave (gotta love the French health system) till Thursday. On Friday, back to work for… my very last day in this position, this company, at this airport. Yeah. 6 years of trusty and overall good professional services with Air France short haul flights operation.
Definitely *will* miss most of my wonderful, funny, wild, caring, slightly crazy colleagues though. Lots of them are fine human beings caught in the not so humane grind of companies up to any measure to ensure they still make profit in the heart of a recession. Threats, pressure, guilt parties, you name it. I’m not game, the bosses can play with themselves. What goes around comes around, eventually.
I’d rather just remember this
So now what ? First, I take a long, hard breath, and go on vacation for a while (ski holidays coming in two weeks). Then I brace and dive in the French unemployment labyrinth, hoping to have enough lung room to swim through and come up at the other end. I’m considering going back to school for a year to get a degree and there’s a couple of tons paperwork and administrative shit to wade through first.
I’ve always wanted a dog. Desperately so. I wanted a Dobermann Pinscher just like this one. We lived in the heart of Paris, which was of course not the best configuration. I pined for years until my parents bought a hunting hound when I was 12. Hardly a Dobermann, but he was my friend for many years.
Today I’m extremely happy to allow Marla to have her own dog so young. As an only child she can really use the companionship, and responsability as well.