Actually, the routine was a bit different. My husband had a golfing date with a co-worker and we pulled my clubs from the depths of storage where they have been for 20 years in one state or another. As they played, I hit a bucket of balls because that’s “what you do until you are ready for the course”.
The row of carts in the background is where we parted. They went out on the course; I grabbed 7 and 9 irons and walked on.
The goal was the first little sign marked 100. I tried very hard to get the ball to land somewhere near the yellow flag. It became clear I would be visiting the driving range at least a few more times before hitting the course.
My bucket of balls was empty long before they finished. At this point, I thought the big story of the day was the dirt road the owner told me to take to find them when I asked for directions to the cart path.
“There isn’t one. Go back to where you were (an aside here, this was off a separate parking lot) and walk up the road because they will be coming down that way.”
I began my search just around that bend.
Found them at last! I walked behind the cart for the last three holes since walking was my main objective of the evening. It was difficult to convince my husband’s Romanian friend that indeed this lady WANTED to walk. His old school manners required him to offer over and over to let me ride. What a sweetheart!
We made it back the the barn…errrrr, clubhouse, and sat down for a beer because if you are golfing with the men, that’s part of the outing. This is when I found out there was a company wide meeting the next day. As is often the case, big news trickles out via co-workers, not my husband.
The rumor was that “some people are going to be relocated to San Jose, CA to make servicing the customer easier”. However, he thought they wouldn’t transfer anyone that owned a house. That would be us. I just sat there dumbfounded, a scene that would repeat itself over and over in the next 24 hours, saying, “But, our house is for sale!”
I just knew this would be a full blown war. I would battle my husband, telling him he HAD to let them know we wanted to go. He would battle with the company to make this happen. And, another huge stress would be added to our list.
Although we made our home available to the realtor while we were gone for the month of May, the actual paperwork and public listing still needed to be completed. This was our pre-arranged appointment time. We have been planning to sell totally unrelated to the news we were about to receive. Thankfully, we had not found time to research a new place to live here in Vermont. It is not an easy task…actually the most difficult location we have ever been for housing.
Thursday 2:00 p.m.:
Company meeting for my husband.
Thursday 3:00 p.m.:
Mark called me and we talked for about one minute. “Transfer to Sunnyvale (San Jose), CA. Relocation packages are out tomorrow.” With five relocations behind us, and the move to Vermont, we are seasoned professionals. Relo translates to “negotiation” in our family.
Thursday 6:00 p.m.:
Mark returns home from work and informs me it is NOT what anyone thought. 80% of the company has been laid off! Manufacturing is now going to be done in Germany at the company headquarters. The application engineers (us) and field service people will work out of a new California office. August is the target date!
In the end, the choice is to move or resign. Resigning is not a good option for parents of a college student. And, while CA is far away from family, we do still have friends there. Mark started his career 25 years ago just down the street from where we think the office will be located. We had great times exploring the San Francisco Bay area during that one year stay.
Last night we began celebrating with and calling and face booking everyone who may be interested and probably some who are not. Amidst our jubilation at finally rejoining “the real world” soon, we couldn’t help thinking about those who will no longer be employed in tough times in an expensive state (VT) with few businesses and none similar. It was just four years ago that we were in a similar situation.
Blindsided! all but Ecstatic! here. I have never seen something this big kept quiet for six months.
(I welcome any tips from the bay area! Oh, apologies again for iPhone pics. The scenery was as breathtaking as I was breathless walking around that golf course. I hope a bit of it translated to the post.)