As some of you know, I was laid off last week. It wasn't a happy experience, but not nearly as jarring as it was for those 27 others. I spoke with three of them and their soreness struck me. They had no plan. This was a surprise.
So, I commiserated with them, knowing full well that I wasn't sore. My job would be phased out in the next two years anyway, I was leaving for school in January to finish my degree, and, well, I had a framework. I watched them as they spoke, their eyes shifting around the room, full of nerves and what-am-I-to-dos. It helped them, maybe, to get past that first emotion of anger or disappointment or whatever negative thing their minds went to first, but I'm not sure. No one's ever sure. Then, I answer the question of what I was to do. There was a noticeable change in their posture. They no longer thought of me as one of them but as an outsider. I didn't worry about work as they were. I would be staying on, volunteering my time, until December 1st to the office I had been part of for two years. I would remain there, comfortable, as they all sat in their homes, scrambling to find some kind of work.
That was last week, though. I've shifted my schedule to work three days a week (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), and spend my "free time" on the phone ensuring everything is in line for my return to school.
And that's where I am right now. This is the first time I've posted anything or openly talked about my joblessness on the internets outside vague posts to twitter. So, I'll try to keep myself focused with this, and, hopefully, ensure I don't sink into something bad...if that makes sense.
More to come.
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Thanks for sharing man. For some reason, I decided was the day to blog about it also. I'm glad you've got a plan to go back to school, and that you're sticking around a little longer.
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