I am getting nowhere with this back to work stuff. No one returns my calls from long term disability, no one returns my calls from work...nothing. I have no clue as to what is going on or what I am supposed to do. It is beyond frustrating. When you can't go back to work, they hound you to get back to work. The minute you tell them you can go back to work, no one seems to want to talk to me or help me out. I am lost.
I try not to stress out about it because there is nothing that I can do about it. I have done everything that I can. Yet, the days are going by, my disability will run out on March 31st and I don't know if I have a job to go back to or if I should be looking for a job. What would you do?
I finally put in one last call to my work on March 17. They hum and haw and say that they need to meet with me. Really? Wow...why did it take so long to come up with this conclusion?? The date is set for March 22nd. They tell me I should bring my union rep with me to the meeting. And there we have it. With those simple words, I know exactly what is going to happen. I call my union rep and she can come to the meeting with me. We discuss what we know (which is really nothing) but I tell her I see the writing on the wall. They are going to get rid of me. I just know it.
And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that. In fact, it is one of the biggest blessings to me. I have known for sometime that going back to my job was not the right thing to have happen in my life. I had to mourn the loss of my job and I did that a few months back. I loved the work that I did...I truly did. But the work environment I needed to change. So I anticipate the news that I will receive on the 22nd.
The morning of the 22nd arrives and I meet with my union rep at my work. It is weird to even be at work again. It has been over 2 years. But I am calm and I am ready. We go up and meet with the Human Resources reps. Within mere minutes, I had my separation letter. They explain why (restructuring is a great word isn't it!). I am filled with such calm and such joy. Really, truly I am. At least I finally know where I stand. I can move on with my life. We sign the necessary paper work, I get my copies and the union rep makes sure that everything is legit. My union rep asks to have a few minutes alone with me. She asks me if I am truly okay. I tell her that I am beyond okay. I am going to be just fine. I am just relieved to have this all over and done with. My new life is going to begin. They lost a good worker today. I will be just fine. My union rep gives me a hug. She is not used to this reaction...she is usually dealing with people who are devastated by the news. But this is a God thing and that I know for sure.
I walk out of that building for the last time with my head held high. I know who I am, what I have done, where I have come from and am completely thrilled with the thought of what is yet to come for me.
Being the type of person that I am, and knowing that I was going to receive this news, I already had a resume ready and I walked into a temp agency to register with them. I know that I have my upcoming surgery so I know that looking for temp work will be the best course of action for me. I do my skill testing, have my interview and fill out the payroll paperwork. I finally head home for the day.
The next day I am offered a job. Things are working out well. Lisa Harper is going to be okay. I am back to living my life once again. April 4, I am ready to enter back into the work force!