Remember how I was saying the end was near at work? The end was yesterday.
My coworker and I had “fair” warning through the rumor mill that we wouldn’t make it to our departmental first quarter meeting scheduled for Oct 4. We were “told” that on Monday. So we made sure that our affairs were in order before we went home Monday afternoon. Tuesday we bitched about how shitty the whole general situation was. Not that we were being fired for whatever reason be it performance (bs) or re organization or whatever. We were decent employees.
But then it got to be like “ugh I’m tired and I have laundry to do and errands to run. When will this be over with.” So that was our mentality yesterday. We spent most of the morning waiting for the axe to drop. And around 3p our manager, whom we never have any dealings with, came down and asked to speak with us, with the HR rep and told us that as of that moment we were no longer employed. And then he left. With our eyes staring daggers at us.
We skimmed through the paper work and looked over our “involuntary separation” severance package stuff and was like “so can we get our things or what” and went to pack our desks. I even had a sticky note of important things not to forget. Pictures. Reading glasses. Clock Radio! Computer Speakers! The most important items of any cube dwellers space.
With our lonely boxes we pulled our cars around the back, said our goodbyes to two people in the office, hugged in the parking lot, and drove home.
And now I’m off. I slept in and woke up at 7am, when I’m normally pulling into the parking lot. I had some cereal. I’m typing this blog. I’m not depressed. I’m not panicking. I’m fine. I have an interview on Monday. And I’m giggling inside that I was actually able to leave while literally in the middle of performing a job task. So very much not like me and even though I know I’m just a tiny cog in the machine, eventually when you remove too many of them things don’t work like they used to. Maybe I like the idea of someone getting exactly what they asked for, when they bit of more than they can chew.
I’m off today and tomorrow. Just off. Maybe I’ll go to the movies. Maybe I’ll take Addy to the mall and walk around window shopping for things to post on Pinterest and to get my walk in because I haven’t done anything since Sunday and I still have two days of exercise to get in before the week is done. I will be visiting a Supercuts. I’ll get my eyebrows done. I’ll have a chai latte or two while I read stuff on my kindle without the time restraints of an hour lunch break. I’m going to see Van Hunt tomorrow. I’ll live tweet my unemployment.
And usually people say cliched “things happen for a reason” when bad crap happens to you and that’s actually the last thing you really want to hear. But I mean, seriously, something good is around the bend. I feel it.
And I’ll get back to the job of finding a job Monday.
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