Black Swan Update: Time Is A Flat Circle; The Circle Shall Remain Broken

After eight months at the local health care facility, I have returned to the printing industry, to whose siren song I am seemingly defenseless. It was hard to leave my position in Medical Records but it was the right move. I've settled back in at my old job.

With my old employer. At my old desk.

Say it with me: time is a flat circle.

As told in this post, I left my previous/now-current employer in late 2020 to return to a previous employer, one I'd left in 2008 with no plan or prospects. The company collapsed in 2021, leaving me with no plan or prospects. I took a job in Chattanooga, off of Highway 153, for a short time, just as I did in 2008 before accepting a position with the healthcare facility, which I left to begin work with my previous/now current employer in 2012.

It doesn't take a statistician or mystic to see patterns repeating as this one clearly is. The events of 2007-2008 repeated in 2021-2022. However, this exact pattern is unlikely to repeat, as the collapsed employer no longer exists. Ironically, my current employer bought some of the equipment of the collapsed one, making an interesting moment when I walk through the plant and see familiar machinery from somewhere else.

The pattern is broken. The future is uncertain, as is the way forward. Perhaps a new pattern will emerge; call me crazy, but I don't feel my work is complete at the healthcare facility. Regardless of what lies ahead, the present is Here Now. I suggest we all be that way as well.

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