Okay so there's no explaining why I thought it was Tuesday this morning. Sure, isolation days are a little screwy, as they mostly feel like Saturdays you're forced to work through, but the one day that doesn't ever really feel like that is Sunday, and yesterday was most definitely a Sunday. I should have woken up to a Monday morning, not a Tuesday.
Regardless of which day it is, I feel a little softer today. There's a real danger isn't there, of letting fear and injustice harden your heart? I've seen it on social media - political opinions have turned what were nice, kind people into snarling protesters, who now justify their angular consonants and their Anglo Saxon vernacular with their 'righteous' fury. I don't want to be like that. Actually, I don't think they do either.
So it's not Tuesday; it's Monday. I don't have to rush to make a quiz and I didn't oversleep the prayer meeting. Everything's okay.
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"Unfortunately, after exploring all other opportunities, we need to enact a Reduction In Force (RIF) and Furloughs, impacting ~8.5% of our worldwide employees."
Don't you just love an email? This one dropped in at about 11am with the added promise that everyone affected would be notified by the end of the day. There was no gasp around the office like there was last time. There was no rattling of a hundred keyboards or hushed chatter about what it means and who might be leaving. There are no water coolers to gather around to help each other feel better about it. This time there are just the silent words on a screen, popping up in our living rooms and spare rooms, while our hearts quietly thump in our throats.
It shouldn't really be much of a surprise - a similar tale of layoff and redundancy must be unfolding in lots of places. It was still a shock though. 8.5% equates to around 80 people around the globe, some of whom are bound to be friends and colleagues, and maybe me.
I was once again hearing the Still Small Voice ask me what I would like to happen, and once again I felt peace inside me like a tiny brook. I love that that happens - I know it'll work out either way, whichever adventure I discover. I could say a lot more about that, but until the end of the day when the uncertainty clears a bit, I'm in the stream, listening to the water babbling and bubbling over the rough stones. And then, whatever today holds, tomorrow will definitely be Tuesday.
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