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.