When I get worried, I read everything ever written about the subject. After that I have to turn my brain off my worry, so I work. Hard. I can spend two or three hours of a work day reading Google searches and other peoples' blogs and still get eight hours worth of work cramped into about five hours. My industriousness has not gone unnoticed. My boss' boss sent word down through the grapevine (my boss) that he is creating two manager positions and was wondering if I would be interested in one of them.
The irony does not escape me. Just when I am paying the least amount of attention to work. When I am the least interested in anything work related. In fact work is only an escape from the worries of my personal life and a means of paying the bills. A promotional opportunity is offered.
I replied that I would be interested. My boss knows more of my personal situation than she probably should and I told her that I wouldn't feel comfortable accepting unless boss' boss at least knew that I was early pregnant and would be taking maternity leave in the spring of next year if everything worked out as I hope it will. Yes, I know that I don't have to tell him. Yes, I know that legally he can't make any decisions based on it. But I felt that he needed to know that information up front in order to not feel betrayed by it later on.
He sent back word that he appreciated my honesty. Other than that, I don't know anything more. The wheels on the bus for the company that I work for move around very s-l-o-w-l-y. Even if I am still in the running, it probably won't be before Christmas that I am awarded the position.