If you have been following my blog, I am telling a story about myself and my marriage to my husband, the father of my son J.O. If you want to start from the beginning please read my post called Another story begins . . . , Hard times: a need to relocate . . . , There are good people in the world . . . , A place of posterity . . . and Chicago and a time of crisis . . . or to learn a little bit more about my son, read: And then it begins .
We stayed in Chicago for a little over two years. During that time I had a job offer from a consulting company that was too good to ignore. The offer was a large increase compared to my salary that I was getting at the bank. Initially I turned the offer down because they were only going to match what I was making currently at the bank. Then the owner of the company flew into Chicago to meet with me and convince me to come on board. When we met, she had increases the amount and I accepted the offer.
The only drawback was that the job location was in Columbus, Ohio and I would have to commute back and forth. There was a crew of people already there working on upgrading an application which supported the servicing of mortgage loans. Within that crew there were two people who I had worked with in Texas. The owner indicated that I was not going to be working on the same project. Instead, I would be testing an application that manages delinquent mortgage loans. The set up of the job was working ten days straight and then get four days off. They provided accommodations and the expense for commuting back and forth to Chicago.
My husband and I were in agreement about doing this consulting work, which would be a big help, especially since were paying the mortgage, taxes and insurance for my parents.
So off I was to Columbus, Ohio. Upon arrival I got a rental car and then found the apartment that was assigned to me. It was pretty nice. It was a fully equipped apartment, which was at no expense to me. The next day was my first day at work. I connected with the two individuals that I knew, and they introduced me to the management that I would be working for. The manager had a group of business analysts and testers in her department. Their job was to ensure that all technology development work met quality standards.
In my first meeting with the manager she indicated that this ten days on and four days off arrangement was not going to work. She wanted me there five days a week. Well that threw a wrench into my plans. At this point I had no choice. I had resigned from my job in Chicago and I had to accept the arrangement requested, even though I wasn’t happy about the change.
After commuting back and forth two or three times, I realized that it was not worth the hassle because it provided me very little time with my husband. So, I contacted the owner of the consulting company and I told her that since the working arrangements had changed I was going to relocate my husband to Columbus, Ohio and we would shut our residence in Chicago down. Luckily for me, she agreed. She also agreed to pay for the moving of my belongings.
So, here we go, relocating again. At this point we put all of our belongings into storage. We only took necessary items with us, and what would fit in our car. We stayed in Columbus for almost three years. Originally my contract with the mortgage company was for six months, but they kept extending it and I was put on many different projects. The company treated me like one of their employees and valued my experience.
Besides having a great job, over those three years the consulting company annually had a company get together. The first year it was in Florida. In between meeting we saw some of the sights in Orlando. For entertainment they provided tickets for Disney World and we also went to a dinner theatre. The second year the meeting was held on a cruise ship and we went to Nassau. The third year it was held in Florida again. Once again Disney ticket, a swamp air boat tour, and a tour of NASA. The benefits with this job were pretty sweet.
Meanwhile my husband was creating a new company that exported goods to West Africa. He had an investor, the product, the processing plant, and investment funds. In addition he found a partner that was going to be responsible for getting purchase agreements for the sale of the goods. My husband’s responsibility was to create a processing plant in the U.S. and obtain the product, process it, and send it to West Africa to fulfill purchase orders. The business was pretty straight forward and our intent would be that I would quit my consulting job and then instead manage the processing operations in the U.S., along with my husband.
By the fall of my last year at the mortgage company. The location for the processing plant had been identified. The structure needed to be modified, but we planned on starting business in a section of it until the modification were complete. At this point we had a green light for the business.
So we started the discussion about how I would depart from my current job, and then join the new company. Our plan was for me to work through the end of the year, and after the holidays give my resignation notice.
In December it occurred to me that in January I was turning forty years old, which was our deadline for trying to have a baby naturally. We hadn’t been successful yet. You can read my post called Job, jobs. Sometimes they get in the way of life . . . or not? which has the details of the whole baby situation which eventually led to in vitro fertilization (IVF). The income from the consulting job gave me the ability to save enough money to pay for the IVF process.
Coincidently, during the process of setting up the processing plant for his company, my husband met a gentleman who had a daughter that had just given birth to twins as a result of IVF. This is how we got a recommendation for a specialist for IVF. So the decision was made I would resign in January, and we would relocate to the location of the processing plant which was close to the clinic that had the IVF specialist.