Job Be-Gone

I got laid off this morning. Which was nice.

Actually, nine of us did. The management asked that we don't spread the news while they're still going through the process of letting people know, so I haven't been able to tell my favourite colleagues yet that I won't be around any more. Hopefully some are reading this now, so they know where the hell I've disappeared to. (It's fine to call me, by the way. I'm just not allowed to call you til the end of the day.)

I went for second breakfast with Will (another casualty). Neither of us were surprised that this happened, after the super-mega lay-offs of January 24. I have six weeks severance and the company is being very co-operative regarding my immigrant status. I've been given the number of the law firm who helped obtain my work visa in the first place and I've been told I can go ahead and utilise their services in the coming weeks.

If anyone wants to get married, now would be a safe time to propose.



In the short-term, I'm immensely fucking glad that I don't have to deal with my impossible workload anymore. It's been incredibly difficult to maintain operations since the last super-mega down-sizing and I don't envy the task ahead for my friends who are left there. New problems were cropping up daily. Just yesterday someone made a bad, uninformed decision that affected promises I made to one of my key accounts plus all the retailers and customers in their market. It was going to make me look like a idiot and make the company look totally incompetent (again) and I hadn't the slightest idea how to begin "damage control" this morning when I've done so much damage control already this year. Ta-ta to all that!

There'll be a whole lotta posting going on later - assuming I get out of bed, now that I don't have to...