This will be brief. So I can remain polite.
If you read the last post, you know work changes are a-comin'. Can't say I'm overjoyed by it, but change in life is inevitable. Or in the views of my employer, "You have two choices: take it or leave it." (As an "At Will" state, they have the perrogative of showing me the door, whether I want to use it or not).
This morning a senior put her head in my door and said, "Have you seen today's newspaper?" When I shook my head, she backed up and said, "Um, maybe I shouldn't say. If you don't know....and all." I assured her if it was about our Center, I probably had an idea.
As was requested, I've been quiet, haven't mentioned a word of this to the seniors because the Boss and I agreed when the time came, he would speak to them. Ease their fears...especially of change. Give them the "carrot approach", with the promise of something new to embrace.
Problem is while I kept my promise, the Boss forgot seniors could read. On page two of today's local paper is the headline, "County Council approves sale of (our) Senior Center."
In a pre-emptive strike, I told the group here this morning what was going on. I began with the headline, paused as they gasped and waited on the million questions to follow. This time they were stunned into silence. Hopefully I sounded upbeat and reassuring stating the facts. Sure, I had to dodge a couple of questions about location. (Because I plan to keep my word and not tell "where" until there's a groundbreaking ceremony...in case that plan gets changed too).
So as I go answer my ringing phone for the umpteenth time to calm their fears, y'all remind me that this is a holiday weekend. That's one less day to answer the phone.