Time to stop

Yes, I believe. That's what I sometime tell myself when I think about all the things that have transpired. Sometimes I just don't want to think. I sit here listening to some old music that I recorded, and thank God for everything. I know it's time to stop beating myself up, time to take charge and not listen to the people around me...telling me that I can't do this. I want to scream at times.

Here is this week's installment of Tara's story....taken from my own experiences.
"Keep your eyes open and your mouth closed, Tara. Keep me posted," her boss wrote in an e-mail. It was good advice. Tara knew that things would be rocky after year's end when the multi-national corporation officially took over and absorbed the company she'd been contracted out to perform services. She now noticed the anxious looks the company employees showed as they went about their daily tasks. The serenity she'd known before the news hit evaporated. Her company contact paid her a visit a week before Thanksgiving with his own anxieties about his position now that his company had been acquired by the multi-national corporation. She tried to reassure him, by telling him what happened to the company she worked for. His reaction didn't surprise her, for she sensed that this acquisition would go a lot rougher than the one her company went through a year and half ago.

After Thanksgiving, Tara, Tony and Ken had their hands full dealing with the sheer volume of work that flowed in their direction. Tara understood what this meant, and wept inwardly for the death of a company that had grown so much over the past twenty five years. Tamin issued directives that had everyone upset and angry. Despite promises that no one would lose their jobs, pink slips were sent out in the crassest way possible---via e-mail. Those that were sent the pink slips would automatically be escorted out of the building, unable to even pack their personal belongings. Tara mourned with those that were left behind. It seemed as if overnight offices became empty shells.

Christmas was a solemn holiday. Instead of the usual joy and good will, Tara noticed a sense of dread and despair. More bad news came daily. Ken reported that he was barraged with questions from upset employees.

Crisis Mode

Watching the changing autumn landscape out her window, Tara couldn't help but think about how everything was dying. She felt bereft and weepy. Her two subordinates, Tony and Ken, noticed her melancholy mood. Tara knew that she had to be strong for them and do the research required to confirm her fears. So she did.


Tamin Hamid was the president of the multi-national corporation that bought out the company she was currently contracted out to perform services. His friendly face belied the cold hard facts stated on the website, and gave her a sick feeling down deep in the pit of her stomach. Why wasn't anyone reining in this corporation? Their acquisitions astounded her. They meant to have a "corner" in every aspect of data management!


Tara didn't know how much of this information was out there for public perusal and how much had been kept from prying eyes. She wanted to forget the images that flooded her mind when she perused the web pages. The evidence, however, was right in front of her. Bertha didn't want to believe her. Tara couldn't blame her for that. She didn't want to believe it either. Again, like the dutiful employee, she informed her boss about what she discovered. He confirmed to her that their company was also somehow controlled by that multi-national corporation. This made Tara's skin crawl. How much of her personal information was out there for them to manipulate? What could they do to her if she decided to present this evidence? Tara shuddered to think of the power Tamin Hamid welded.

More next week....

More Random thoughts and story ideas

I decided to start posting story ideas on this blog. Every Tuesday you can come here and I'll write something about the stories I'm currently working on.

Today's blog starts with:

Tara's story....

She heard the news on Wednesday. At first, she thought it was only a rumor that would quickly pass. She discounted it, telling herself that it wasn't true. Then she saw confirmation on the company's website the following day. Tara wanted to cry.

Bertha was optimistic. Dave and Sondra assured everyone that no one would lose their jobs. Tara watched and listened for the various updates. Her heart sank with each new one. Bertha wanted to shrug off the dire warnings that came with these updates. Tara couldn't. She feared that her services would no longer be needed with the "new" corporation. She told her boss, Fred, about what was happening. He seemed non chalant about the whole situation. His advice to her was to "hang on."

More to come next week...

A New Year

It seems the older you get, the more time seems to speed by you. One minute you're in your twenties, the next in your thirties and the minute after that you're in your forties. Not that I'm complaining, mind you...I find that whatever decade I'm in...it's the perfect decade for me.

When I first started this blog on December 8th, my main purpose was actually to get my thoughts on time in one place. I've always been fascinated by time. My favorite movies deal with time in one way or another. As you can probably tell, this is a very informal blog. There is no pattern....yet in some ways there is.

I do believe that there are patterns or "strings" attached to each time line. I guess that's due to my own experiences. I still can recall the first time I felt like I was "out of time" when I mentioned something about not experiencing Apollo 13...actually not even knowing about it until the movie came out. I do recall, however, reading that NASA had decided not to name any of the vessels...13....or to skip that number due to suspicions about it. It's not so far fetched as it may seem. A lot of older building used to skip that number when they named their floors.