Unexpected
I got a call today from HR today. Apparently I'm being sent to New Orleans instead of Chicago. The news came as a surprise to me... but it really shouldn't have. I was well aware that the Chicago project was ramping down; there was no need to send me. I suppose my subconcious decided to overlook this bit of logic in the hopes that I would end up in the Windy City.
I won't lie, I'm a little disappointed. I had already imagined my downtown corporate apartment, jogging by the lake after work, shopping on Michigan Ave. I even deigned to hope for an invitation to my old manager's housewarming party in Chicago (and... even more of a stretch... to bump into a certain Patient Progression director...). How silly of me. I should've known better.
I won't lie, I'm a little disappointed. I had already imagined my downtown corporate apartment, jogging by the lake after work, shopping on Michigan Ave. I even deigned to hope for an invitation to my old manager's housewarming party in Chicago (and... even more of a stretch... to bump into a certain Patient Progression director...). How silly of me. I should've known better.