buh...
So. I'm sure anyone locally has heard that Sony Ericsson is shutting down in RTP. This means that in the next 6-9 months (or year if the severance package is good) J needs to find a job, unless he can land a relo job with Sony Ericsson.Which would mean we'd be moving away from friends and family to live in a very expensive shoe box. The unfortunate thing - for Jason's work, and mine, the shoe box seems to be a better long term plan. If there's further layoffs, or if I were to get laid off there's more job opportunities over there than in Raleigh. Not to mention that J's area of expertise is in handset interface and sub-level coding - not high in demand here, however over there he would not only be working with people he already knows and that appreciate his work, he'd be working on android phones. Which is the telecommunications wave of the future. And he'd be working within a short distance from EA games, Google, and about a billion other firms that would be able to appreciate quick code done right.
And if we had to move I'd be okay with that fact, but it's really unnerving to be dealing with a huge life-altering announcement without also having any further knowledge of the options available to us. I feel like 6-9 months is already cutting a cross country move pretty close - we have a house, and at least one car which we would need to sell before we go - IF we go. I can't make plans, I can't secure an apartment, look for a job of my own, get up with the vet and make sure the cats are good to travel - discuss feline transport options (Oh god, please don't make me have to drive 3,000 miles with Molly wailing in the back seat) or any of this critical stuff without knowing for sure WHAT we're doing. And frankly, all of that is moot if J can't secure a job there. And then there's a whole different set of issues that I'll need to worry about. Like, is 6-9 months enough time to pay down our debt (there's not much, but if we're going to be living off of my salary, we can't have ANY at all, and we'd need to seriously consider some of our expenses that are "excessive", like a second car, internet, cable, ballroom dancing or electricity), pay off a car, and save up money in case J can't find work?
I'd like to say that I 'm sure we will be fine, and of course, we probably will be. That doesn't assuage my fears, however, and I've spent the last 24 hours one breath away from a full scale panic attack. I would feel so much better if there were a concrete set of dates by which I would know what's going on, but as it is nobody seems to know what is going on.
So.. there. that's off my chest. Kind of.
And if we had to move I'd be okay with that fact, but it's really unnerving to be dealing with a huge life-altering announcement without also having any further knowledge of the options available to us. I feel like 6-9 months is already cutting a cross country move pretty close - we have a house, and at least one car which we would need to sell before we go - IF we go. I can't make plans, I can't secure an apartment, look for a job of my own, get up with the vet and make sure the cats are good to travel - discuss feline transport options (Oh god, please don't make me have to drive 3,000 miles with Molly wailing in the back seat) or any of this critical stuff without knowing for sure WHAT we're doing. And frankly, all of that is moot if J can't secure a job there. And then there's a whole different set of issues that I'll need to worry about. Like, is 6-9 months enough time to pay down our debt (there's not much, but if we're going to be living off of my salary, we can't have ANY at all, and we'd need to seriously consider some of our expenses that are "excessive", like a second car, internet, cable, ballroom dancing or electricity), pay off a car, and save up money in case J can't find work?
I'd like to say that I 'm sure we will be fine, and of course, we probably will be. That doesn't assuage my fears, however, and I've spent the last 24 hours one breath away from a full scale panic attack. I would feel so much better if there were a concrete set of dates by which I would know what's going on, but as it is nobody seems to know what is going on.
So.. there. that's off my chest. Kind of.