Shortly after my last entry, I found out that I was going to be losing my job. My boss very politely pointed out that while she knows I never, ever really write about work or work related issues, she needed to emphasize to me that I should not blog about the layoff. In fact, I don't know that I even should write much about it. Last time I blogged/wrote about getting laid off that boss took my entry about my exit process, printed it out and gave it to the management team. And that was kind of embarrassing, because then everyone at that job started reading my journal.
So I knew for about six weeks or so I guess, I forget the actual date that they let us know "for realsies" that we were getting let go, and who would be in the culled group. Over the weeks it was interesting to watch a lot of drama and stuff going on at so many levels. I felt like I was on a TV show watching alliances form, and infighting, and arguments, while I sat on the sidelines not part of the whole scene. I got voted off the island, and I'm okay with that.
If you go back and read that entry and the two before it, I think that a lot of what I feel now is exactly the way I feel right now, so there isn't a lot to say about where I am. I had outgrown this job a long time ago. I picked it up simpy by running into G at Wendy's in 2004 and she said "I need some graphic work done, can you help me out." Six years is a long time (well, almost six years, June 2004 was when I started doing graphic design work on a computer at a fold out table in the middle of a room where 10 other people were running around doing things and yelling and acting start-up like).
There are pros and there are cons to me being let go. I always make pro and con lists when there are landmark moments that I have to deal with. I wish that I had 3 more months inside the job, just to get me that much closer to Jessica leaving for school. Right now I have a decent severance and I've applied for unemployment. Part of me says that painting the bathroom and doing volunteer work at the schools and whatnot, do some websites on the side, and just kind of relaxed over the next few months. And watch a lot of Dr. Drew Celebrity Rehab and RR/RW Challenge Fresh Meat kind of crap shows in my pyjamas every day after taking the kids to school.
But, that said...
I have a job interview tomorrow morning with a job placement/contract agency that does web design placement, and I'm kind of psyched to have an interview this quickly in life... kind of neat, considering the amount of people I know who are flat broke unemployed and screwed. But I'm not getting my hopes up too high. A three month contract would put me into July, just in time to run off with the Shakespeare kids, so that would be very perfect timing wise, and I could go back on unemployment after the contract ends... But like I said, I am not getting my hopes up, I am not getting those hopes up, putting eggs in a basket, or otherwise planning on anything.
I'm not sad that I lost my job, I miss my girls. I think we had a great time together and as a team we got a lot done. I just wish my company had executed a better business plan and didn't crash and burn the way it did. But.... it's so good to know that I have these contacts in life, and maybe something might pan out. Heck, it's how I landed there after running into G at Wendy's....
Anywho. That's what's going on over here. I think I will make a more concerted effort to write more because I am paying for webspace, and I know a lot of you care what's going on.
And now, off to enjoy one of my favorite things about being unemployed -- lunch with a friend!
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