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Thursday, I am now A Lady of Leisure
It seems that TBS is dissolving about half of my department in the Great American Slash 'n' Burn Cost-Cutting Move(TM), with the result that I was among the freshly beheaded and escorted off the premises at 10:00 am this morning. I'm moderately surprised that they didn't tie a bell to my neck and start shouting, "Unclean! Unclean!" Needless to say, I'm. . .irked. Yes, that's another nice, genteel word. On the plus side, I'm paid through to Friday, have 6 weeks of severance pay, will be attending an outplacement seminar next week to tweak my resume, have already emailed my ex-boss (currently at another company) to see if he needs any web designers, and will be hitting the Monster Board and all other job websites. On the minus side, I'm. . .irked. I suppose things could be worse. Despite the downturn in tech fields, I'm a web designer/technical writer/graphic artist -- a triple threat. If nothing else, I'm pretty sure I can get a technical writing job somewhere, and there's always some contracting if things don't look promising. Also, there's the possibility of some freelance web design work from a friend of Lyndon's who doesn't have enough time to maintain her assorted business websites, so that's a bit of income. And, of course, I'll be signing up for unemployment tomorrow (dunno how much that's going to be, considering that I've only worked here for three and a half months). So things aren't truly gloomy. And yet, I'm. . .irked. But the most amusing thing about all this is that I was supposed to start this huge project next week, which included two trips to Sweden and 320 hours of bookable time (in addition to other projects). If he's still employed by the end of the day, the project manager may very well go postal when he hears I'm gone. Oh, well. I'm going to spend the day writing on my sunny, pleasant porch. I may do the same thing tomorrow, and over the weekend. And on Monday, I'm gonna hit the market like it has never been hit before. But I have to admit, I'm. . .irked. However, I will also admit to an almost childlike glee to hear the whir of the Karmic Boomerang (term courtesy of Rob) in the air as we speak. . .
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That's
much better than saying I was laid off. More genteel, somehow.
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