Crossroads
At 10:17 AM, I punched out for the final time at my workplace.
My supervisor pulled me aside about 2 hours into my shift, placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled softly saying, "I have to escort you to Personnel... and I think you know what that means..." I looked back at him, nodding but still smiling back, "I knew this day would come...it was bound to happen" Once we both sat down in her office, I was served my Separation Notice from the corporation. Not because of poor work ethics, but even greater downsizing lead to even deep cuts, so I was layed off from my services. He was quite pissed that this happened, because it wasn't his choice to let me go, even tho I work with him.
I honestly loved my supervisor, I felt completely comfortable talking with him about random things, and he was never overbearing on our department at all. We would swap stories, have a laugh or two... plus, the times when things got nutty around the office, he would be the first to stand up for anything that would launched at us, poised for defense. I made sure to tell him that as we said our final goodbyes.
Apparently, I handled the situation exceptionally well. They told me stories of people getting extremely angry, or sobbing uncontrollably, but I didn't feel any such emotion coursing through my head. I was pretty much accepting the fact that these things happened, even smiled and laughed about some parts of it.
After we left the office, I asked him if he would like for me to help out with the remainder of the day, even tho I was just let go. He smiled, saying that he doesn't believe in the practice of waiting till the end of a workshift to terminate someone, just so the company can get a full days work out of them. He then asked me if I had any idea where I might go, or what I'd do. Thinking for a moment, I told him perhaps this is the spring board I need to motivate myself it something different... explore possibilities.
This is a big deal, that is slowly coming into light in my mind.
What do I do? Should I go take some courses in college to broaden my art techniques? Jump start my comic? Do I pursue the option of working in a gaming environment? Stick with what I already know (printing) and find another job in a similar field? These thoughts course through my head now.
For now tho, I sit here simply being me, wondering if the realization of this whole experience will hit me tomorrow morning, when I don't hafta wake up at 5:30 AM for work.
Perhaps that emotion I get from inhaling the open air outside that building will finally come true and stay with me.
My supervisor pulled me aside about 2 hours into my shift, placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled softly saying, "I have to escort you to Personnel... and I think you know what that means..." I looked back at him, nodding but still smiling back, "I knew this day would come...it was bound to happen" Once we both sat down in her office, I was served my Separation Notice from the corporation. Not because of poor work ethics, but even greater downsizing lead to even deep cuts, so I was layed off from my services. He was quite pissed that this happened, because it wasn't his choice to let me go, even tho I work with him.
I honestly loved my supervisor, I felt completely comfortable talking with him about random things, and he was never overbearing on our department at all. We would swap stories, have a laugh or two... plus, the times when things got nutty around the office, he would be the first to stand up for anything that would launched at us, poised for defense. I made sure to tell him that as we said our final goodbyes.
Apparently, I handled the situation exceptionally well. They told me stories of people getting extremely angry, or sobbing uncontrollably, but I didn't feel any such emotion coursing through my head. I was pretty much accepting the fact that these things happened, even smiled and laughed about some parts of it.
After we left the office, I asked him if he would like for me to help out with the remainder of the day, even tho I was just let go. He smiled, saying that he doesn't believe in the practice of waiting till the end of a workshift to terminate someone, just so the company can get a full days work out of them. He then asked me if I had any idea where I might go, or what I'd do. Thinking for a moment, I told him perhaps this is the spring board I need to motivate myself it something different... explore possibilities.
This is a big deal, that is slowly coming into light in my mind.
What do I do? Should I go take some courses in college to broaden my art techniques? Jump start my comic? Do I pursue the option of working in a gaming environment? Stick with what I already know (printing) and find another job in a similar field? These thoughts course through my head now.
For now tho, I sit here simply being me, wondering if the realization of this whole experience will hit me tomorrow morning, when I don't hafta wake up at 5:30 AM for work.
Perhaps that emotion I get from inhaling the open air outside that building will finally come true and stay with me.