The Saga Continues.

Last Thursday, one and a half working days before he was to start his new job, Bubba received an official email that he was offered/transferred to the Sedro Woolley position. We are now preparing to pack up everything we own to make the move up north so that he won’t have to drive and ferry the 5 hour round-trip commute from our current home each day.

As for the Colville position, we were never actually told that the funding was or was not approved. But since the funding for the position that Bubba held simply just ran out on the last day of June, and no one in the region had received an official yea or nay from the suits that were supposedly spending these last few weeks trying to decide whether or not to approve the revised budget that would provide funding for his position while we sat here patiently and anxiously awaiting our fate, on that last day he was literally shoved out the door and told not to call in the morning. He was advised later that if the funding was to be eventually approved, that he would have to start the whole application process over again — essentially reapplying to the position that they transferred him to in the first place. Fucking bureaucrats.

So, off to Sedro-Woolley we go — which, I am told, the Sedro Woolley position is actually not in Sedro-Woolley — we’re actually off to anywhere south of the Skagit River and north of Arlington or Burlington and west of Concrete.

WTF?!

I grow even more tired trying to type all this nonsense out. Basically, it comes down to: we’ve got to move and we’ve got to move fast or I’m going to lose my shit. I’m so ready for this to all be over with, but I fear this is only the beginning.