Now that the dust has settled in our lives a smidge bit I'm resolving to get back to some semblance of a schedule. I know I hinted at what has been going on in my last post and I had every intention of updating before another week had gone by but obviously that didn't happen. Buckle up while I bring you up to speed.
Let me take you back to the Friday before Labor day, I was packing up my desk after work to head home. I received a message from a friend of mine that is the sales manager for our Audi store in Orem. He said that their deal clerk was quitting so they would have an opening down there. I've never given much thought to transferring because Steven and I had always worked downtown together and carpooled. What with the eminent demise of Franklin looming over us I realized transferring would cut a three hour a day commute to about an hour.
I told Shane to give my information to the office manager and I went into Dewight to tell him what I was thinking about. He looked like I had punched him in the face and offered me a raise to stay. I was surprised and if felt good that he wanted to keep me that bad. I decided I would take the weekend to think about it.
I have a hard time with change. I do alright with forced change, I adapt and I can usually roll with whatever comes. It's voluntary change I can't deal with. I am very much a creature of habit. I get in a rut where I'm happy and comfortable and I don't like to move. I've worked at the downtown block for eleven years, ten of which I've been doing my current job. Even though I would be doing the same job a change really scared me. What if I didn't get along with the management, or there wasn't enough work to keep me busy or i just hated it. After the three day weekend I was really leaning toward staying where I was.
General consensus of the people I talked to was I should at least go to Orem and talk to the office manager to see what the job would be like. I set up an appointment to meet with them the next Monday because of course this took place over month end. In the week that followed the more I thought about it the more sense it made to transfer. The time I would save, not to mention the gas, would make it worth it. Sometimes time with your family out weighs any raise. When I went to meet with the office manager, I had pretty much made up my mind to do it. The only thing I wasn't sure about was I wanted to make sure I wouldn't be taking a pay cut to do it. Surprisingly they gave me a .40 an hour raise and the opportunity to earn a monthly bonus that I didn't have before. Good times!
I went back and told Dewight I had decided to transfer. He was disappointed but understood my decision. He immediately promoted Anne to my position which made me happy. I spent the next two weeks crying and training Anne. It was really hard for me to make this move, but in the long run I thing it's for the best.