To post, or not to post? (AKA what do the unemployed do?)

I have struggled with this question all day, actually.  See, things were going okay in my life.  I had a job I was dang good at, I had a debt payment plan all worked out for my life, and then I had the joyous event of being laid off today.  I think that the only good thing that came out of it was that I was one of the first to go, and that I didn’t witness the bloodbath that came afterwards.  I know of at least six VPs or higher that went, and another two dozen minimum.  And that’s just the beginning.  By going early, I was told to not even finish my lunch (I was eating at my desk today because I had to leave early for the vet with the @#$%^! cat), don’t worry about packing up my desk, just come back on Saturday and pack it all in.

Yeah, so I’ve shed a lot of tears in the last ten hours.  I was fine until someone asked me, “Are you okay?”.  Well, no, stupid lady, I just got the boot, of course I’m not okay!  I am unemployed!  Eleven years with the company and my boss cannot even do me the courtesy of looking me in the eye, instead he is handed a script–in front of me, no less–and reads from it instead of talking to me directly.  Putz.

Sorry, strong language, I know.

So I’ve just finished sending off my resume to four friends, have a list of people to call in the AM, and need a job.  I’m okay for about a month, but after that it’s going to have to be back at the restaurants if I cannot find anything.  And that, my dears, is the last thing I want. Continue reading

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