They’ve offered a severance package, which I can accept ( and receive if I behave myself) , so, after my remaining 30 days, I can take it and go find work, and extend my medical coverage at my own expense. So, I am likely to survive.
It is, however, daunting to think that nearly a quarter of a century of loyalty, hard work, and being able to roll with changes, I am out. I have been evicted from my work home, so to speak. In 30 days. No time to have a wake, to mourn, little time to figure out how to land.
They are dangling a more junior position, at less salary, a commute away, as a possible opportunity. It would mean working without interruption, and not have to go through looking for work.
There are a lot of hoops to jump through to get to the severance, extending medical, etc, and the above might be an easy way out. And I would be good at the new position, as described. But. I am tired. I have been waiting for my coming vacation, and need it. It sounds really good to rest for a couple of months and then figure it out. If only I could have waited 2 more years. Make plans and God laughs.
I would like peace of mind. Taking less pay with no severance isn’t all that appealing. And who knows when they would cut jobs again.
In any case, I will get good advice and figure it out. I just really didn’t want things to change so abruptly. I was in need of a rest, but thought it would be when I was ready.
Ah well, the best plans of meeces and men.