Wishful Thinking(Monday Thoughts)

I had a dream late last week that I’d gotten a call at work from someone wanting to hire me. It was the company that we currently share a building with. This medical company out of Kentwood, MI actually bought our facility when my employer was planning on closing and moving our manufacturing to Costa Rica and Puerto Rico. They’ve occupied a small spot on the manufacturing floor since sometime in 2022

Anyways. Like the greedy corporate ghouls they are, our company did an about face in 2024 and decided they wanted to keep us open and headed into a legal dispute with the small manufacturer about getting the building back. It was eventually decided that this other company would build a new factory down the road from us, which will be ready September of this year. I don’t know all the details but I’m pretty sure my employer is flipping the bill for it.

Anyways, back to the dream.

In the dream I get a phone call and it’s one of the guys from this other company. He was saying that he wanted to hire me, but since this is a dream the phone started to go out. I couldn’t hear him anymore. I hung up and walked across the plant to where they’re set up so I could speak to him face to face. Of course this is dream logic and I couldn’t find where they were set up at.

End of dream.

I woke up in a decent mood from that dream. Felt like my subconscious showing me an escape hatch to my employment situation. Work has been exhausting and I just don’t like being there anymore, so I guess the dream was wish fulfillment or something. The possibility of leaving with this company in the fall is very much in the back of my mind. The mood at our company is dour. Nobody wants to be there anymore. I don’t want to start over, and I thought I could tough it out for at least a few more years, but asking us all to learn an extra 4 jobs I find degrading. And tiring. I’m 52. This isn’t what my last decade working full time was supposed to be. Yet, here I am contemplating getting the hell out, saying goodbye to my meh but doable health insurance and my several weeks of paid time off I’ve accrued over 27 years. None of that is worth a dime if the job is physically and mentally draining.

All of this to say that it’s Monday morning and I’m finding it harder to put on a happy face. I think I’m all out of happy faces. They closed the happy face factory and moved it to China. Now they just make ‘passing for alive’ faces. And that’s what I’m wearing eight hours a day, five days a week.

Happy Monday.