Happily Ever After

By the time life resolved itself (as much as life in my world is ever resolved) yesterday, I was too physically and emotionally exhausted to face yet a fourth blog post in one day. Things ended well, but I could go a very long time without that much emotional upheaval in a month, let alone a single day.

As I had hoped, the layoff wasn't as bad as it could have been. Within a couple of hours, my boss came back, announcing she had bought out the division of The Factory that I worked for, under her old company (I can't keep all the dealings straight of these venture capital/private equity guys). She offered me a job - the same job I have now (same title, benefits, etc.), working across the street.

It means a couple of things:
*A potentially more flexible work schedule when Baby Girl arrives.
*Definitely more growth potential for me, including the potential to consult on my own down the road.
*More opportunity in the business strategy end - which is where my real passion lies.
*An opportunity to provide marketing and pr consulting as part of the technology package, which we were restricted on under the current arrangement.
*Greater financial potential down the road.

Honestly, it feels better than even my current situation. I didn't have to think very long about it (hello - I'm 8 months pregnant, an offer of being employed doesn't require much thought at the moment). I knew things would work out in my heart, though my brain was just short of having a major malfunction before I got the good news. I knew I had made the right move in coming here, I couldn't imagine being stranded after making a right decision.

This morning I came in and was offered yet another job doing full-time consulting work for yet another key player in the business. I haven't even met the man. Apparently, my reputation proceeds me. I didn't even blink. The other opportunity, at least at this point, is more appealing. Still, it was reassuring to know that regardless of what happened, I would not have been unemployed for more than a couple of hours.

When I got home last night, Himself said, "You know, that wasn't funny, (referring to my 'I just got laid off' text message), I nearly drove off the road." (Surprise! Himself does have semi-non-rational actions when confronted with emotionally-charged information - I had no idea.)

I spent the evening in my surprisingly comfortable arm chair (I always hated it, but now that the ottoman actually fits in front of the arm chair, as it is supposed to, it is my favorite late-pregnancy perch), discussing with Himself everything in our world that had happened that day.

We went to bed feeling as if the day had ended much better than it had begun. One cannot ask for much more than that.