alantig
Zombie Four, DFZ
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Years ago, I used to work with a woman at a previous company. We both found ourselves working at the same company again (meaning we were both at the same company, not the company where we worked together), and every time we'd see each other, one of us would say, "Are you still here?" And the other would usually respond, "I'm going to keep coming in until they tell me not to."
Well, yesterday they told me not to. Four months short of 25 years. For the first time in over 36 years, I is unemployed. Not a pity party by any means - I was already looking for something else because my particular job had changed very much for the worse over the past four to five months. So I'm not sad about being out of there. And because of my length (yes!) of service (damn...), I get a pretty decent severance deal, so I have no reason to panic. Unlike the previous time I got laid off - months after buying a house and getting married. So that's not a concern for now. All in all, I'd have preferred it happen a couple years from now, when I'd have been in a position to ride out the severance and retire. It's a bit too early for that. And I have some prospects, some at the same company - I usually don't burn bridges because you never know when you might work with someone again. So, as of now, all is very good in my world.
What's weird is knowing that I don't really have an agenda when I get up. I don't have to go in (which was a point of contention - long story), I don't have to sign on. No meetings. No deadlines. And it's not like vacation - it's open-ended. Just kind of a weird feeling.
I know what you're thinking - more guitar time! And I'd agree with you, except... Last week, after a dentist appointment, I went to my mother-in-law's to change an outlet for her. Whoever had painted her living room painted over the outlet and cover, so it was stuck and I had to pry it off. Scored it with a razor knife, pried it a little loose w/the knife, switched to a screwdriver, then reached to grab a second screwdriver - and remember when I'd had the razor knife? I forgot. Right into the tip of my ring finger, close to an inch long cut. No stitches, but it's still pretty tender, so playing guitar is a few days away. But I'll get there.
The downside for you all - more time for me to post!
Well, yesterday they told me not to. Four months short of 25 years. For the first time in over 36 years, I is unemployed. Not a pity party by any means - I was already looking for something else because my particular job had changed very much for the worse over the past four to five months. So I'm not sad about being out of there. And because of my length (yes!) of service (damn...), I get a pretty decent severance deal, so I have no reason to panic. Unlike the previous time I got laid off - months after buying a house and getting married. So that's not a concern for now. All in all, I'd have preferred it happen a couple years from now, when I'd have been in a position to ride out the severance and retire. It's a bit too early for that. And I have some prospects, some at the same company - I usually don't burn bridges because you never know when you might work with someone again. So, as of now, all is very good in my world.
What's weird is knowing that I don't really have an agenda when I get up. I don't have to go in (which was a point of contention - long story), I don't have to sign on. No meetings. No deadlines. And it's not like vacation - it's open-ended. Just kind of a weird feeling.
I know what you're thinking - more guitar time! And I'd agree with you, except... Last week, after a dentist appointment, I went to my mother-in-law's to change an outlet for her. Whoever had painted her living room painted over the outlet and cover, so it was stuck and I had to pry it off. Scored it with a razor knife, pried it a little loose w/the knife, switched to a screwdriver, then reached to grab a second screwdriver - and remember when I'd had the razor knife? I forgot. Right into the tip of my ring finger, close to an inch long cut. No stitches, but it's still pretty tender, so playing guitar is a few days away. But I'll get there.
The downside for you all - more time for me to post!
