Moving to Dublin

If you’ve read the previous posts (from back in October 2009), you’d know that I was slated by the company to be laid off. The center has about 400 (including my entire group) losing their jobs, with about 1 in 4 of our jobs being moved to the Dublin “center of excellence”. The key is that we didn’t have an end date, nor did we have the terms of our leaving – as it was all up for negotiations between management and the works council (which are still ongoing).

I’ve been trying to cope with that, and to say the least, between the holidays, travel, work, and friends, have been doing my best to decide what I should do. In the end, I decided that I would take control of my own destiny and not leave it up to the works council and/or entirely up to management. I thought alot about it, and I started applying for jobs at my level or higher in Dublin with the same company. The outcome? I’ve been noticed and received an offer. I’ve decided to take it – resulting in me and the dog moving to Dublin to take a new job (possibly as a relocation that the company is going to cover – terms to be decided). I can’t tell you what it is just yet, because I’m waiting on all the paperwork – but I can tell you that out of the sadness of everyone on my team being laid off – there is a little tiny hope that I’ll be able to land on my feet and wind up with some better opportunities. So, maybe out of bad things, good things will come my way – just as I’m certain that the others will wind up better off too.

Anyhow, I just want to publicly say I’m going to be moving to Dublin in the coming months – and thank you to all of you for your kind words, support, and listening to me rant on and on about “what am I going to do?”. All of your advice, options, suggestions and ideas have been brilliant, and I know that I have benefited greatly from them. I hope that the new job will give me time to go back to school and get the degree – once I’m moved and settled.

I’ll share more as I can, but if I suddenly go “missing” for a while in the next couple of months – it’s not because I’m gone, it’s because I’m swamped with everything going on around me.

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Like a Dog with a Bone…

One of the things about Germany is that it’s rather difficult to find an actual swear to God bone that isn’t made from parts of a Pig or a chicken. It’s also difficult to find good sized treats for my big dog. Hopefully that’s now begun to change – because in my neighborhood – in the last year, there is a new rottweiler puppy (she’s 8 months old), two golden retrievers, and 3 new huskies. (This doesn’t include the couple of labs or german shepards I’ve seen out in our communal “empty lot” walking area who have been here since I have. ) So, where am I going with this? Well, for about 3 years, I’ve been completely unable to find a bone that was worthy of giving my dog. However, on the 30th of January (call it a late christmas gift), I went to the local pet store to get dog food and low and behold, they had cow “shin” bones in a basket for 4 Euro each.
I promptly bought one and wrapped it up in two bags. When I got home and unpacked the dog’s goodies – he promptly “recognized” the bone and I hadn’t even Un-wrapped it yet. It was quite amusing – I could barely get it unwrapped and he was already sitting on the floor, crying and holding his paws (alternatively) for shakes (here, take it – I don’t care – I know thats for me – Please please please let me have the bone….) and was so happy. After “torturing” him for a Christmas photo of him in antlers:

Oh No, You Didn't!

He got the bone and went to sit on his bed.
Hugging the Bone

Obviously, he promptly wrapped both paws around it and could not be torn away from it for ~4 hours. We’re talking NOTHING would take him away. Not an offer of going outside for a walk, dinner, scratches … Nope, it was all “BONE!!!”

Riddick's Bone
It's So Tasty

I guess it’s true. Happiness is a dog with a bone.

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