Not many of you know me, but I’m feeling a little needy, so I’m throwing this out there. Respond as you wish: advice, tales of lay-off woe, tales of fab new jobs, tales of freelance work, even hugs. It’s all welcome.
I worked in educational publishing until yesterday.
The department in which I worked is taking a slightly different direction. I don’t fit in to their plans. Writing is being outsourced, so the department will consist of project managers and typesetters only. We had a highly individual house style, and I knew it very well and helped to shape it over the course of the three years I worked there. Knowledge of the house style isn’t so important any more, because new products are going to be further lines of practice exam papers and cheap books of class questions. Not much house style in there.
Maybe they’ll let me do some freelance work. Maybe they want to see the back of me for good. I’m going to call the department manager and ask him.
I wasn’t happy there anyway — I hadn’t been so for about 4 months. I wish I’d had the god damn ovaries to quit, instead of getting canned. I’d prefer to treat it as a resignation rather than as a dismissal - or perhaps ideally as a redundancy. The job that I was good at had changed into a job which I wasn’t so good at. I suppose one could interpret that as one’s job not existing anymore. As part of the settlement/comprimise process, I have to see a lawyer anyway to discuss my course of action.
I’ve been there for over 2 years, so I’m entitled to 3 months pay, which will amount to a little over £3000 net. I will continue to recieve royalty payments for the next 3 years, which should net me about £3000 a year, tailing off as my titles get replaced by newer ones. My partner still works at the same place. He works in Marketing, and his job is quite safe. I do want to get something soon, just in case the company does run into bad times. If he loses his job in the next 3-4 months, we could well be screwed. I need to check the terms of my mortgage payment protection. IIRC, it covers us for unemployment, but not for resigning, or for being sacked due to fault. That’s why I want to be able to claim redundancy.
We can pay the mortgage (£227 per month) and the bills, and I have enough money to continue my contribution to our joint account for several months. I won’t be able to save much/any money, or entertain thoughts of much discretionary spending (holidays, eating out, new shoes) until I get another job. I’m afraid I have to duck out of my patriotic duty to spend on the high street.
I don’t like having to lean on someone else, but that’s what life partners are for. Well, at least we’re still alive, and we have each other.
It’s the shame that hurts most. The shame of not having a job, the shame of losing a job because I’m too much of a creative and not enough of a business person. I can’t help feeling that it’s because I’m a stupid, irresponsible, childish loser.
I’m not an ‘anything’ any more. I was a ‘writer’ or an ‘editor’. Now I’m nothing. I don’t know what I want to do. I don’t know what I’m good at.
The economy of my region of England isn’t looking too clever, which doesn’t help. I hope we don’t have to move. There’s no way we can afford to live in the South East of England on the salary that a stupid twat like me would get, even if I found a job there.