The official letters and packages are starting to go out; we’ve not hit 100 people yet, so there’s more to come. People are starting to make use of the new Resource Center. And we just updated the “official” Financial Improvement Plan site; be sure to take a look because there’s some good information there, especially in the answers to people’s questions.
Things feel a little out of whack, surreal. I read a passage from a Katrina survivor who described his return to New Orleans as being a bit like “swimming in Tupelo honey.” The image stuck with me. Maybe it’s the heat or these bright amber days that’s causing the hard time focusing and getting traction. Maybe it’s the RIFs, the distractions, the uncertainty. Maybe it’s just Tupelo honey. Tomorrow’s another day, and the honey may still be here, and I’ll keep slogging through it, shaking it off, looking for opportunities to rise above it. And maybe looking for some biscuits.
The phrase “swimming in Tupelo Honey” seems to actually be from a National Geographic article about vanishing wetlands (though it describes a doomdsay hurricane scenario for New Orleans) publishedin 2004, BEFORE Katrina.
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/?fs=www3.nationalgeographic.com
My thanks to my colleague for the correction. I poured through the very excellent current edition of National Geographic and had attributed it (incorrectly) to one of these:
I’ve received a few comments from other people about the phrase’s effect on them. No surprise. We all know how sticky honey is. wink.