Unless the boss of me or the buyer gets hit by the bus, the sale of the company will be complete on July 29. I should be out of here by August 20.
While I knew it was coming, none of us knew when, because things like this usually take years. I was not enjoying the state of flux.
I knew a few weeks ago that there was a buyer on the hook, and we’ve been waiting to see how it would play out. When I got to work yesterday, shit got real.
I was unnaturally calm all day long, and was expecting a full freakout at about 4 this morning, but it never came. Instead I woke up with a migraine, which I guess is even better.
I’m not sure I’d recognize a full freakout anyway, since I’ve never had one.
I’ve been positioning myself for this since I knew the company was going on the market, so it’s not devastating, but it is, as I mentioned before, weird to be suddenly untethered.
I do not know what I’m going to do now. I do not know where I’m going to work. I do not even really know what I really want to do.
I have been so very fortunate that friends have leapt forward to help, asking for my resumé and ushering it along, giving me excellent references, coaching me in what to do and how to do it. The last time I was looking for a job, I typed my resumé on a typewriter and faxed it in a copy carrier.
The refinance of the house went well and cut my mortgage considerably.
My brother has been here taking my bathroom apart and putting it back together, having discovered that the joist under the tub was about a millimeter from having me bathe in the crawl space, and tending to other things at my house that need tending. And just being altogether wonderful.
In the middle of it, we got to spend a good bit of time with my cousin Lynn as we planned her parents’ 50th anniversary party, and there is nothing – NOTHING – like your childhood pal.
Today I checked into how much health insurance costs if I have to go it alone, and I can, indeed, afford it. I’ll need it, because if you’re a migraineur, you take a lot of pills. Tomorrow is my Botox for Migraines shot, so I’ll be good for that for another three months.
There are just lots of details to tend to.
Everyone has been so wonderful to me (especially Cameron, who will tell you that he’s done nothing), and once again, I’m driven to say that I am the luckiest person in the world. If there’s even one person who’s luckier than I am, I want to shake that person’s hand.
Tom Petty is the conduit for all true knowledge in the universe.