So if you have been playing along at home you would know that I had a meeting with my bosses boss today.
They promised me the world and a bag of chips to come back ASAP.
A gradual introduction with Boo’s needs and MY HEALTH paramount.
Starting with four hours a week, on a day of my choosing, with HR working closely with me to ensure success.
Everything is changing and new processes and procedures are being formulated and they need me there.
In 2 weeks.
OR if I take more time off – the maximum they will allow is a year and that brings us to the first week of December – all offers are withdrawn and I have to come back my normal hours.
So now we are crunching numbers and wondering what is going to be best MOVING FORWARD… with that niggly voice in the back of my head saying do not trust them. They just want you back in the door and it will be back the way it always was. They will fast-track me to full hours within weeks.
Stress upon stress, new things to learn with a brain that refuses to co-operate and an ego that will not admit that I can no longer do it all.
And there is the one year anniversary of my brain fart looming just over the horizon to remind me.
Is it worth the risk?
Either way… I am taking a huge gamble with my future.
How many fucking pancakes will fit on that motherfucking roof?
I need to decide by Monday.