Careful what you wish for ...

So, after a couple of days, I decided that I really like my new job. I have new-found respect for Executive Assistants. It's really hard to put together a meeting for 20 busy executives and find a meeting room. Plus, the last few days I've been doing some semi-creative work that I really enjoy. I was thinking just this afternoon how fast the time goes when I'm at work now and I almost went in and told my supervisor how much I was enjoying working there.

Instead, she called me in at 4:15 this afternoon to let me know that she was "restructuring" the position and, because she didn't want to "throw me out into the street" she was letting me stay on until Friday and, oh, my replacement is coming in tomorrow morning so I get to spend the week training her. And can I go slit my wrists now?

Argh!!! I knew there was a risk in leaving a full-time job for a temp-to-perm job but it was such a great opportunity. I suppose I should be thrilled that they were very happy with me and, according to my supervisor, the reason she waited until so late in the day to drop this on me was because she had hoped the HR person would be able to find me another position in the company.

No such luck.

So, on Monday, I get to start commuting in to NYC again and get to start at a new company again, and get to wonder every day if I'm going to be able to stay or if I'm going to have to start someplace else in a couple of weeks.

And I've been so digging working 1.5 miles from my house. I left my house at 8:30 this morning to walk to work by 9:00. It was so nice outside. In NYC, most work days start at 8:30, which means I have to leave my house at 7:00 to make it in to work by 8:30.

This just sucks.

And Isabella won't leave Merlin alone. Is it really bad that I want to lock her in the bathroom?