Gonna drink a LOT of homebrew tonight. To make a long story short, two years ago the owner of the company I work for (originally a small air/ocean freight concern with offices in Seatac, Kent, Portland, and Vancouver BC) sold us to a huge conglomerate super-corporation that hadn't (and still doesn't) any idea of how ocean freight works. I've been a container dispatcher for 13 years, and I'm pretty damn good at it. Fast forward a couple years, and we're not making the money they expected; add the coronavirus kerfluffle and about 70% of our staff was laid off, with the rest of us expected to take on more responsibilities. I'm salary; expected to work longer hours so the hourly folks can work shorter hours. I'm not the complaining sort, I gladly took on more work to save the company. The manager (former owner), has other ideas now and apparently my job is on the line, based on some issues over the last few weeks that I had little to no control over. I was told today to fast-track training of my new supervisor on how to do my job; being in the workforce as long as I have, I know what that means. Get her trained, and they can get rid of me.
I know I can find another job (have a few tentative offers on the table) but at 52 it's hard to change. So tonight, with the husband at the pub playing cards with his buddies, I'm going to let my homebrew do what it does best; get me schnockered. And since I no longer work my second job, which had the constant threat of random drug tests hovering over my head, I might also pay a visit to our neighborhood "green" store tomorrow night. Gonna be a weird weekend.
