Before we left on vacation, Carrie's hours were cut at work. She went from 20 hours a week to 15.
Carrie was not happy.
We talked it over, and she decided to start looking at what other opportunities may be available.
The Saturday before we went to Bermuda, Carrie got a call.
The call went well. The caller wanted an interview.
We were going to be out of town.
The caller drove out and met Carrie that night. They talked for two hours, and Carrie had a new full-time job lined up for Monday right after we got back.
Boy, that happened fast. Everything clicked in secession. Last time, Carrie spent months looking. When all the ducks line up in a row like that I always wonder if that's God lining things up and saying "Get on with it already!"
Carrie is now a front office manager at a pediatric dentist's office. The practice has two locations. For three days a week, she has a quarter mile commute. The other two days she has a normal commute for our area, but it's reverse traffic most of the way.
At first, we wanted to see if Carrie could keep teaching her Violence Intervention class a couple of nights a week. However, Carrie realized that wouldn't be feasible after a couple of days at her new job and pulling a 13 hour shift today. She gave her two weeks notice, and now she'll have to survive them.
It's my job to help make sure Shane gets his doctor's visit and paperwork all set, so he can start day-care. Preferably before I go back to work full time next week. Interacting with all the other kids should be fun and good for him!
Carrie didn't want me to write about the new job until she actually went to it. I figured it was a good topic to start clearing out the backlog of Bermuda stories.
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