fickle finger of Fate

This is the post where i am supposed to be announcing my new job.

Yep, i was leaving outreach.

That's probably an 8.5 on the Shock-O-Meter so i'll give you a moment to come to terms with a world where Niki does not go into schools and blow things up for children.
Here's a picture of a thoughtful llama to assist you.

My museum is undergoing a radical change in philosophy and program delivery that is exciting and cool.
For the last two months my boss, Pete, and I have been working on taking me out of outreach and putting me into the museum in some sort of program managery-type of job. He wanted my skills and i wanted a change. Don't get me wrong, i love outreach; i just felt like there was no challenge in it any more. So i've been pulling away slowly, giving my staff more and more responsibility in anticipation of me not being in charge anymore.
Pete and I met last week to hammer out some final details about the change so i posted that an announcement was forthcoming here in the Nikiverse.
About five hours later, Pete told me that the PTB killed the deal and were dismissing me from the museum.

Yep, i'm fired.

Here's a picture of a baby pig for you.



originally found at gruntleme.com

 I prayed for change.
Mayhaps i should have been a wee bit more specific.

I will not pretend that my heart isn't broken.
I love that museum and i believe completely in its mission.
I feel banished from my home.

However, my spirit is NOT broken.
This is an opportunity.
I wanted change and i got it in spades.
I can go anywhere.
I can do anything.
I can be anything i want.

My quote still stands.
The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
Life is forcing me to go elsewhere, to rethink how i identify myself.

I have no clue what is next, but i choose to be hopeful instead of broken.
No one can take that from me.