Karen Furlow:  

CLASS OF 1970
Waltrip High SchoolClass of 1970
Houston, TX
Dallas, TX

Karen's Story

I have just written about this latest thing that happened to me. Excuse the typing asa athe reason for that will become evident.OK here is what happened. Before I get started, please forgive my bad typing. I'll explain why in this description. I don't mean tomake it so mysterious. Mid December, around the 15th, we were given notice that my department was shutting down. They had decided to outsource the whole department. (That always sets me off on a political and patriotic tyrade regarding how outsourcing has been the death of America as we know and love it. And I mean both foreign and domestic outsourcing. If you are an outsaourced employee, you really don't know where your work loyalty lies. Is is with the people who are telling you what to do and giving you a pacheck or is with the contract holder - the ultimate employer, for whom all the work is being done??? sEE WHAT i mean? An employee has no real loyalty to that company - no love of the company - no team spirit. And it is worse if it is foreign because we are helping to saupport another county's economy rather than our own. People here in our neighborhoods need jobs desperately!!!!! Woops. i'LL step down off my soapbox now. So the pressure was on to find another job. Well, other departments at my company are running just fine ane=dhave actual job openings. They are posted on the employee job posing qwebsite of Hr. iT IS VERY EASY TO POWST OUT FOR A JOB AND SET UP AN INTERVIEW. I then proceeded to apply for most everything. Since I have been in the business for so long, i HAVE DONE just qabout everything mortgagfe. Call me a mortgage DIVA, please. hOWEVER, BEING A DIVA has its drawbacks. ONE, it means I am old. TWO. It means that I know more than the person interviewing me. THREE. iT MEANS THAT i AM SUPER OVER QUALIFIED. (THIS TYPING SUCKS) Whichever the case, I was turned down by more people than I have ever been turned down for in my WHOLE life. Since high school i HAVE BEEN turned down by maybe three interviews. Now I havwe been turned down by NINE different little whippersnapperw at my OWN company. Believe it or don't!!! That was how I spent the last half of December, all of January, and the first part of February. All the while I am still working snd trying to keep a great attitude and not cuss and not saay anytrhing ugly about the few people they had ASKED TO STAY AND QWORK THE TRANASITION PERIOD. We'll call them the "Chosen Few" They gert to go to meetings and have secrets and all that. That group includes this little asshole who I trained to work there. He took what I taught him, added a lot of ass-kissing and pretense and is keeping his job. Again, believe it or don't. So much much stress going on. On February 10th, I had surgery on my right wrist for Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Went swimmingly. I took off on 2/11/10, to rest. On February 24, I had the same surgery on the left wrist. I took off 2/252/10 to rest as I had done on the right wrist. That day I got a call from my former husbands family that my mother-in-law had died. She had had Altzheimer's and I had known it was coming for a couple of years. I hadn't talked to her in that time because she couldn't remember who I was. So I have missed her for years. She was my youngest son's grandmother - the mother of my husband, Tommy, that had committed suicide in 1985. I got the flights for Tom-Tom and me to go to CT for the funeral weekend. Flights Feb 26, funeral Feb 27, Flights home Feb 28. That weekend, New York, New Jersey, CT, New Hampshire, etc. etc. were all covered up by a blizzard. My original flight was into White Plains, NY, with a layover first in Atlanta for a couple of hours. When we got to Atlanta, we found out that flights to the northeast were being bumped right and left. When our flight time came, they announced our flight had been cancelled. They put us on standby for another flight. When that one came time, it happe...Expand for more
ned again. I called the folks in reservations and found out they all were being cancelled and I shoujld try another destination. I re-scheduled for Hartford, CT. Then realized that our rental car needed to ber re-scheduled to be in Hartford. Then realized that the rental car needed to be turned in in Hartford or it was another $300.00 because it became a one-way. Then realized that my return flight needed to be re-scheduled out of Hartford on Sunday. What a nightmare! The flight into Hartford was scheduled for 9:30 pm to arrive at 11:30. We got on the plane along with a crowd of folks who had all been waiting in Atlanta to go north all day. We taxied out the end of the runway and stopped. The captain came on and said there was a check fuel filter light on. They were checking to see if it was a problem with the light or the fuel filter. Turned out to be the fuel filter. He later said that he didn't want to fly with a problem in the beginning. I wholeheartedly agreed. He then said that they wqere going to try and send the part to uas for the qujick repair. We were turning around to go back to the terminal. Then he said the part could be put on the plane, but the rule was that then they had to run the engine with the new part resetting the computer system until it cleared. That usaually took a couple of hours. Now looking for another plane to take north. We got to the terminal and everything - all the stores and restaurants - were closed. Our dinner was a bsg of chips and a bottle of water from the newsstand. Finally a new plane arrived and we loaded up, refueled, and tood off. Fortunately it was a big enough plane to hold all the passengers. We arrived in Hartford, CT, at 2:30 in the morning. The car rental place was closed. We checked in to a hOLIDAY iNN AT THE AIRPORT. nOW ALL DAY, THIS WHOLE TIME, WE WERE TALKING BACK AND FORTH TO THE WHOLE FAMILY WHO WERE COMING TO CT FROM ALL OVER THE U.S. FOR 14 hours, I got to report to them that I was still in Atlanta. Funny thing was one family flew from Atlanta and were on the only flight that was able to land that whole day in White Plains, NY. They had had an electrical black out due to the storm. Another family had driven from Atlanta to Pennsylvania during that time. The folks in PA were driving three sets of family from PA to Bridgeport, CT. They had reservations at the same hotel in Bridgeport that I did. I never even saw the hotel. Next morning, we droved to Bridgeport. We arrived at 11:00 am. The funeral had been at 10:00. We saw everybody, though. The family get-together was at 11:00 in the church rectory and then moved to the yacht club that grandpa Tucker had been famous at. He led the party there. I was exhausted and so stressed out. My left wrist started swelling up. The fingers on my left hand were swelling and starting to curl and becoming stiff - to the point I couldn't straighten them. Monday, I didn't go to work. Felt bad. Same Tuesday. Wednesday, I forced myself to go. Called the doctor, couldn't get in. Already had an appointment for Thursday. When I got there, he sent me straight to the hospital. Stayed there on antibiotics for a week. I had Staph Infection - the MRSA kind. Taking two bottles of IV of Vancomyacin and another two bottles/day IV of Merren. I have been since March 4. On March 22, they amputated the little finger on my left hand. I had three surgeries to debride the infected areas. Two w3ere while I was wstaying in the hospital. One was out-patient. The amputation was out-patient. Been giving the antiibiotic IV's to myself through a port line in my arm. I believe I got the bug from someone/somewhere in the Atlants Airport. Plus stress added to the mix making it all a more dangerous bug than it would have been. Really something, huh??? I always wanted to be a teachrert when I grew up. My family and friends thought that was a great idea. As it turns out, they were wrong..
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