I’ve missed four weeks of posting. In that short space of time the working team of eight has dwindled to one. The effects on me are multiple, bewilderment, disbelief, shock and then the side effects not sleeping, exhaustion, rumination, questioning do I go or stay, not enough information to make an informed decision, how damaging is all this, why is there no backup, or controls in place. Questions race through my mind, as I fear I am losing good friends and colleagues. I worry I will be seen as the enemy as I have not followed suit and resigned, or management will not support me as they suspect I might resign next. As I prepare for another week, I changed my blog header to Wave Rock, a rock wave, high and arching, solid at a the point of breaking over the desert scrub.
It symbolically represents the state of my mind and my employment, just balancing in the upheaval, twisting and turning to keep upright. I limit who I see, and talk to, and in the process have discovered the amazing therapy of ‘walking talking.’ The body releases tension, and the mind floats with the depth of the difficulties, and springs away in amazement at the surfboard paddlers on the cold gray river in their bright yellow safety vests. I’ve included the full picture of the Wave rock surfer a year ago. This natural rock shape is 300 ks from Perth in Western Australia. Photos don’t do it justice as it exceeded my expectations in size, shape and colour. Not only that the bus trip is exceedingly funny, the worlds largest dog cemetery, the smallest post office, the biggest afternoon tea, and emus and a kangaroo with a small joey bounding along side the bus at different points.