Thursday was supposed to be the day.  Thursday was supposed to be the day that Jeff was actually going to finally get his ass on a plane.  He had a flight booked and everything… until I had to call and ask him to stay put.

Let’s rewind a bit.  That house?  The one you see below?  I didn’t get that house.  The day before I was to sign the papers I was informed that I was being relocated to an office about an hour north from my current office.  And about a 90 minute drive from the new house without traffic.  Since I was already having cold feet about the house I took this as a sign that I needed to back out and frantically set to searching for a new house.  Which I found about 20 minutes from the new office.  It isn’t anything special but it fit our needs and was vacant. 

So I packed.

And packed.

And threw away more shit than you can imagine (I had only lived in that townhouse for 3 years so I have no idea where it all came from)

And at the end of May, I moved.

Then I unpacked. I hung curtains (48 in total) and art. 

And by the end of June I had just about everything put in its proper place, except for the bookshelves (waiting for one the boys to come and help). And Jeff had most of his stuff in Mexico on pallets waiting for the next freighter. 

And we were giddy and giggly … then my boss calls.

He tells me that he isn’t 100% certain but that he is 95% certain that I’m going to get laid off sometime in the coming months… but he doesn’t have any details. Thanks.

I can’t really tell you what I was feeling because I’m incredibly conflicted.  Yeah I’m going to have to find a new job… and it won’t pay anything close to what I’m making now.  But I’ll get a year’s severance pay out of the deal and I know I don’t want to ever have to work this hard again. YAY ! finally the chance to get the hell out of this cesspool, but I have no clue where I want to go. Honestly the biggest downer?  The thing that has me the most upset?  I’m going to have to start paying for my own gas.  I don’t even care that I’m going to have to buy a car, it is the gas that stresses me out.

July 4th weekend I spent at Sarah’s house.  Doing all the things we do on July 4th.  You know grilling meat. Fireworks.  Donut Sundaes. Weeds. Gaming.  Saturday morning Heebie, FLower, and I are all curled up in Sarah’s bed geeking out with Heroes V (which I so totally just crushed the Vampire Lord, btw) with everyone assuming we are up to something kinky behind that closed door.  When my phone rings, the voicemail was from my boss wanting me to call him at home as soon as possible because he needed my current salary and what my salary was 2 years ago.  Later that day as I’m following all the other girls to dinner, I call him back.

I am being laid off. I will get my full year of severance pay ( + health benefits) but it will be based off my salary from 2 years ago (when the deal was made) and it won’t include any type of commission or bonuses (which is fairly large part of my salary) a little sucky but still it is free money.

What is sketchy is the dates. it could happen as early as August 1st.  I’m supposed to get 30 days notice which I may or may not be required to work. So I was left scrambling for a plan.  (Well not immediately.  My priority that night was trying to remember how many shots of tequila I had had because Heebie lost count after 10.)  But Monday driving home the thoughts kicked into full gear. 

Going off of my assumptions and water cooler gossip,  I started repacking this weekend. (You can’t believe how utterly and completely OVERJOYED I am to be packing AGAIN.) This week starts with the car shopping. So that when I get my walking papers on the 1st, I’m all set. I seriously doubt they will want me to stick around those 30 days because I haven’t actually worked in 2 months and why continue to make me sit in my office watching past seasons of Nip/Tuck?

By August 2nd, I would like to be in my shiny new car getting the hell out of here.  My plan is to drive and see friends.  A few days with Mike.  With Heebie and Bridget. Sarah and James.  Maybe head to Little Rock.  Maybe to Austin.  Definitely Dallas at some point. Ending the tour, of course, at Gothic.  Before driving my now incredibly dusty new car back to Dallas to drop it off at my parents new home (because they are retiring to Flower Mound on August 1st) and getting on a plane to Mexico.  From there Jeff and I are going to take some time and a long needed vacation.  Our current plan is to burn about 6 weeks in Thailand and Vietnam… and maybe Japan. Then he will go back to Mexico and I will come back here … rent a truck and hire some guys to throw all my shit in it.  I will then drive that truck to Texas and hire some more guys to either unload it in a storage unit or one of the barns at the ranch. 

I will stay with Mom (sigh) while I job search (and probably be begging couch space from quite a few of you along the way).  I won’t be just limiting my search to DFW.  I’m going to include Austin and San Antonio.  Shreveport and New Orleans. Little Rock and Memphis. Denver, Portland, Seattle, North Carolina are all on the list of maybes as well, but based on some of the opportunities that are already presenting themselves my new job will probably be in Texas somewhere.  Then once I have the job, I’ll find a house, then Jeff will finally come stateside.  And we can get on with our lives and silly things like couch shopping and wedding plans… and becoming the type of adults who send Christmas Cards.

So long story short, after 3 longlong years Sabine is moving back to Texas (somewhere)…more than most likely permanently.

yeefuckin’haw.