When I was finally finishing up with my drinking I was living in Indianapolis. I was working for a home health care company at the time. And by "working" I mean "bitching, backstabbing, and generally being a nightmare to everyone around me." I can only imagine at this point how unpleasant I must have been to associate with, or especially to manage as an employee. Behind my back, this company hired someone to replace me and then transferred me to Chicago. I see today that they were hoping that I would be offended and go away. I don't believe they actually wanted me to go to Chicago. I was a troublemaker and bad employee and they would have vaporized me with a ray gun if they thought they could do this and not risk prison time.
I decided to show them. I'd get another job and refuse the reassignment. How dare they treat me like this. If I had only worked as hard at the job I already had as I did trying to find another one, I would have received a very impressive merit badge. I really went at it with both six guns blazing. Apparently, I didn't make a very good impression on people who weren't currently saddled with my toxic assets because I received approximately zero job offers. I was definitely not weighing the relative merits of different positions.
So off I went to Chicago. I can imagine what the reaction was in some corporate office. Probably something along the lines of: "What the fuck?!?" I arrived in The Windy City the first week of January, with all of the crap I owned in the back of a frozen U-Haul. It was roughly 100 degrees below zero with a 100 foot snow pack. I didn't know anyone. I didn't have a support network. I was sober but regretting being alive. "Hell must not be a lake of fire," I thought. "It must be a frozen lake so cold it has quenched all fire in existence."
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