Here it is in all its unvarnished ugliness: I got fired last Thursday.
Or what amounts to the same thing.
I've known it was coming for a very long time -- but when it smacks you in the face, the upset is just a real.
Mostly, not because I'll miss the job, but because I have to start all over again and get a new one and figure out how to fit in to a new environment.
And damn. I have to update the resume which I lost in the computer crash of 2004.
What management did was tell me that after July 14th they had no need of my services. Unless I wanted to work 16 hours a week for them until they could unload me for real. And they knew that wouldn't fly because I can't afford it so it was their way of weaseling out without actually firing me.
I'm investigating options -- heck, I never just vanish into the night unless the job is temporary. The job really had gotten ugly in the past 12 months, so I may have a small bone to hold over their heads.
It's probably a blessing in disguise but right now, at this moment in my upside down life, it just feels like another blow -- that I'm not going to be able to recover from. I will, of course, because it's what I do. I cope.
But I'm kind of in hiding right now, just figuring out how to manage to cope one more frigin' time . . . why can't it just be easy for awhile, eh?