This has not been a good season for me.
For the last year, my boyfriend, SolGrundy, has been working as an independent contractor for Disney’s Imagineering, doing something for DisneyWorld. It’s a really sweet job. The downside is, the last month of the project is playtesting it in situ, which means he’s got to spend all of August and a week of September in Florida. Which sucks, but it’s just a month (and change), right?
Well, things started going to pot last month. Sol’s dad had a stroke, and he spent most of June and all of July back home, helping out his family. The good news is his dad’s doing okay now. No mental impairment, and only minor physical impairment. He should be going home next week. Which is just in time for Sol to go to Florida. So out of three months, I’ve seen my boyfriend maybe four days. So, that’s pretty much suck right there.
And then yesterday I found out that I’m getting laid off.
Hasn’t happened officially yet. That’s not ‘til Monday, when they close down the entire QA department. But I carpool with my boss, and he told me yesterday what was going down on the ride home. He’s out of a job, too, and I think he just really wanted someone to talk about it with. Only thing is, I can’t tell anyone else yet. Today was the wierdest fuckin’ day. Everyone’s talking about stuff they need to get done next week. No one has a clue, except me, and I can’t say anything. “We’re getting new code next Wednesday,” someone will say, and I’ll think, “No you aren’t.” I didn’t do a damn thing today except read webcomics and post on the SDMB. What’re they going to do? Fire me? And I got to do it again tomorrow, although that’s only going to be a half day, thank God. But it also re-enforces how suck this lay-off is. I really like my job. The local management (the layoffs were handed down from the London office) is really cool. They provide a lot of perks: free meals, half-days with full-day pay when work is slow, they don’t hassel employees about petty bullshit like surfing non-work-related websites during business hours, just so long as we get our work done by the end of the day. It’s a really good enviroment. And I get along with all my co-workers. There’s no office politics or backstabbing or any crap like that. And the pay is pretty good by industry standards, too. It’s pretty much a guarantee that my next job is going to be a big step down in most, if not all, of these areas. And it’ll probably be a longer commute, too.
So, yeah. Fuck. It’s not the worst thing that could happen. No one’s dead. I’ll get a new job. Eventually. My boyfriend will be back. Eventually. Things’ll go on. But goddammit, things suck right now. A lot.
Shit.
Is it autumn yet?
