How do things work?

I’m not sure how things happen in this world. Another alcoholic said I was the victim of a miracle. He may be correct. A couple of weeks ago my work concluded that I was no longer able to hold my position due to my professional license being suspended for a couple of months. It’s a long story and I won’t bother with details. Suffice it to say, when my work notified me that they were going to let me go, I dutifully typed up a resignation letter after some careful thought. Also, I did not go drink when my work initiated the instance. I would have either got drunk on the way home or went to a bar. Funny thing is I didn’t even think about drinking. I believe I remarked about this in an earlier post. I did share this at a meeting and one woman indicated that my obsession to drink seems to have been lifted. I agreed.

At any rate, somehow I was able to stay employed. Somehow I was able to accept a demotion and move into a different position within my company. As one who has studied public policy at the graduate level I can assure the reader that policy in the public realm is never modified to fit a staff member needs.  The situation is always in reverse, meaning that staff fit themselves to policy and if they don’t like it they can leave. This is the way public bureaucracies work. I was all set to lose my position and find another job. Well as I said I was given the opportunity to demote to a position that I had never held before (a prerequisite for a demotion is that you must have held the position before as per regulations). So now I am in the direct employ of a manager (as opposed to a line supervisor), making a little bit less money, working a bit more hours per 4 day work week and keeping my benefits (which was my main concern considering I have a family). The kicker is that my new position is that of a registered addiction specialist. 

It seems that fate has a sense of irony. All this is the miracle. After sharing this information with another alcoholic he exclaimed “you have to share this at a meeting. It will give others hope!” So I reluctantly shared it at a meeting (I am sometimes a bit superstitious) and everyone was pleased. Again the irony was the topic…financial insecurity.

David J