Well, I’ve been hating the workplace for awhile now, so it’s not like I’m heartbroken or anything. Dare I have hope that being laid off will turn out to be a good thing? I don’t know. I don’t really care about anything right now.
I had my suspicions something was up. They’re forcing my immediate supervisor to retire at the end of the month. I just thought perhaps they’d wait to swing the axe until after the holidays. No such luck.
I’ll be able to keep up my standard of living for…oh, I’d saaayy…three months or so. After that, who knows. I’ve never had difficulty getting a job before. Two or three interviews and zap! I’d be hired. But I’m not a spring chicken anymore, and this economy… Well, let’s not get depressed before I’ve even begun to look.
And speaking of depression, I’m hoping Cobra payments aren’t too onerous for me to make sure I can keep my supply of magic happy pills (Cymbalta). I don’t even know how Cobra works. I’ve never been on it. Plus applying for unemployment. There’s a new adventure to look forward to.
And so I bid farewell to twelve years of laboring for the pinheads who tossed me out today. I suppose I should be grateful they thought enough of me to give me severence pay. They didn’t have to, as I understand it. Thank you, kind pinheads. Of course, if you hadn’t been pinheads, you wouldn’t have overreached yourselves on those loser projects down in Florida, and I’d still have a job.
Job searching has changed so much in the last twelve years, I don’t even know if I’ll be doing it right.
I’m just feeling old and obsolete right now.