One by one this morning, we were marched into the big wig’s office and told of our occupational fate. As of May 31, I will no longer be employed at my current place of employment. Neither will a majority of my colleagues. We all had a feeling something was going on with all the closed doors and secrecy, but now the cat is out of the proverbial bag. They can’t afford to keep any of us anymore.
I can’t say I am surprised persay, but I certainly didn’t expect them to fold this soon. While there is the inevitable panic associated with the potential reality of being unemployed, I am still floating about in a slight state of denial. Part of me even feels a little relieved just to know what the real story is, instead of hypothesizing about my fate.
I’m aware that might tone is rather matter-of-fact and coarse but I don’t really know what else to share about it right now. I just know that of everyone here, I might still have the most advantageous circumstances. I didn’t move here for ths job, I have no spouse or children. I’m young and healthy and have a lot of my life still ahead of me to figure out what I’ll be when I grow up. I just didn’t know I’d have to decide right fuckin’ now.
So…alas, my well-tempered, patient search for more fulfilling, gainful employment has gone from a curious trickle to a full blown flood. Just be warned: If your company does anything that I’d remotely be interested in pursuing, anywhere near Charlotte, North Carolina, you can be confident that you will be hearing my name in the coming days. If you want a copy of my resume, comment me on here and I’ll get you one.
Here’s to the world being my oyster and staying positive through this time. Say a prayer if you get a chance. Maybe if the chorus is loud enough, the Man Upstairs will cut me a break.
