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Change is good

 My boss had his call this afternoon, with his boss (The BIG BOSS) and he was told who would be taking his place when he retires in July.

This has been on my mind for months now, wondering what was going to happen.

Although my boss is stepping down from his main position, he will still be here for another year, consulting for his replacement and administering my programs.  So i have another year with him, at least. Being completely selfish, i am not looking foward to his retirement.  I'm trying not to think too much about it.

He is 82.  He's more than earned it, i'd say.  But i'm selfish.

Working beside someone as smart as he is, as important as he is, and having him value my input, and think i'm good at what i do has done wonders for my self esteem.  I thank the teacher, him.  

My position is weirdly divided, between academic and clinical.  I'm paid out of one pot, but i work in several......if that makes sense without divulging entirely too much.  So the idea that i will be "absorbed" by said pot......did not at all sound attractive to me.

The thought is that the new executive may want to pick his own support.  But, i'm not technically support. I manage my own programs, and my boss is the administrator because Providers do not respect anyone but other Providers.  Sad, but totally true in most cases.  It has nothing to do with me.  It's just a thing.

Doctors manage other Doctors, and anyone else is almost invisible if they don't like what you have to say.  Trust me, i've experienced this several times in this position, and many many times in previous positions.  But my boss supports me 100%, which may be the difference in my happiness factor.

So today he found out what we've been waiting to hear.  He knows i want to know, but would never ask him - It will be announced soon enough.  What he did tell me is that it is very good news, and that i will be happy.

So........he's staying?

Haaaa

I trust his judgement.  And if he thinks all is well, than i can relax a small bit.  But honeslty, i'm still jumping out of my skin not knowing what direction my professional future is going in.

So maybe tonight i will have an adult beverage to celebrate the "good news".

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