So I kind of disappeared early yesterday - not sure if you guys noticed. The reason: I got FUCKING FIRED!!!!
Yup, if was a good day in Redhead land. Essentially it was part of a kind of mass layoff at work - at some point my company realized that it would be easier to employ lots of freelancers (no health benefits) rather than employ pesky full time staff, and they've been "trimming the fat" ever since. After dodging that particular axe for about a year, my time finally came.
It was...eh. I didn't cry (still haven't), I didn't get upset, I was just...numb. It was what it was. That's life, life isn't fair, blah, blah, blah. And you know, everyone was really nice about it. My boss was upset, swore up and down that my performance was never an issue - my position had just been 'eliminated' - and she promised me oodles of recommendations. HR was also really nice as THEY promised me recommendations. In fact, as firings go (and this was my first time on the receiving end of one), it really wasn't that bad. Really the worst part was thinking about what's now ahead for me - sending out resumes (tk will be happy to know I'm very good at proofreading mine), following up with phone calls, going on interviews, worrying about when my severance is going to run out, etc. In a nutshell - job hunting SUCKS.
But whatever, enough negativity - it's not like anyone died after all. Plus, one guess what I did last night.
That's right genius readers, I drank. Christine, Linda, and some other people took me out to get drunk. And...I...got...drunk. (Wasn't like I had to worry about being late for work today.) Don't remember much of the night (sorry guys), but you'll be happy to know that everyone was very sympathetic and nice to me. Hell, at some point during the night I had a bartender spontaneously hug me when Linda told him what happened. Now, you guys know how I feel about hugs, right? Yeah...exactly. But it was still a nice thought.
THEN, that same bartender took it upon himself to go over to the dj booth and (I'm assuming) share my story with still more people. Why do I think he shared my story? Well, about 2 minutes after he went to the dj booth I got a shout-out from the dj himself. That's right, everyone at the bar got to hear about my day before all joining together to sing along to Journey's 'Don't Stop Believing' - dedicated to Redhead of course.
Now I'm hung over, looking for a job, and kind of wondering what I want to eat. Hmmm...is it too early for Chinese food?