Now One Of Many.
Well, I've always wanted to be a statistic.
And now is my chance.
The long and short of it is that I've been laid-off from my job at the design studio.
Yep. They called a few of us into a room at the end of the day on Friday and sadly gave us the bad news. I mention the 'sadly' because I sincerely believe they didn't want it to come to that. And I believe them when they said that they did what they could to avoid it. But with the economy and business being what it is (and with a few clients being difficult about payments) well, here we are. I am not as well off as some people who were let go, but I am better off than some of them too. For those I wish all the luck in the world.
I'm not looking for too much sympathy here (though I will accept sympathy drinks at the bar... or in the form of chocolate). I have a plan in firmly in place as to what will come next. Or at least I have a direction to take. I am going to be filing for unemployment this weekend and am already thinking about what it takes to live even leaner than I am presently. And the design studio said that they will most likely be calling to have me back on a freelance basis (again) until business picks up and they can hold onto a large staff. I feel no resentment for this - and will swallow whatever pride might get in the way of earning a paycheck. I am fairly confident that they will be calling, given that most of them don't know where the stapler is in the production room, let alone how stuff works. Hell, we turned the cylon printer off for the weekend when we left - best of luck to them in even figuring out how to get him turned on again (I kid, I kid). So depending on what happens there, I might have to change my immediate surroundings and lifestyle. Just how drastically will be discovered as we go, but I am considering all options.
I just dislike the uncertain nature of things now. I was just getting used to putting in regular hours - I was actually enjoying working a 9 to 5 in fact. And I am mostly disappointed that the plans I had for moving my life along are being placed on hold. Again. I am back to spinning my wheels in the mud. Again. And I'm most likely going to be sinking into debt. Again. *sigh* Still, I'm trying to make the conscious choice not to let it get me down. It's a struggle, I will admit. But I don't want to fall into a funk. I have people counting on me and I want to do right by them.
So there we are. Just wanted to put that out there, because I already getting tired of explaining it. Toast to the 'Atomica 12' - they were taken all too soon. And the next person who says tax cuts are the way fix America is getting a punch in the throat...
And now is my chance.
The long and short of it is that I've been laid-off from my job at the design studio.
Yep. They called a few of us into a room at the end of the day on Friday and sadly gave us the bad news. I mention the 'sadly' because I sincerely believe they didn't want it to come to that. And I believe them when they said that they did what they could to avoid it. But with the economy and business being what it is (and with a few clients being difficult about payments) well, here we are. I am not as well off as some people who were let go, but I am better off than some of them too. For those I wish all the luck in the world.
I'm not looking for too much sympathy here (though I will accept sympathy drinks at the bar... or in the form of chocolate). I have a plan in firmly in place as to what will come next. Or at least I have a direction to take. I am going to be filing for unemployment this weekend and am already thinking about what it takes to live even leaner than I am presently. And the design studio said that they will most likely be calling to have me back on a freelance basis (again) until business picks up and they can hold onto a large staff. I feel no resentment for this - and will swallow whatever pride might get in the way of earning a paycheck. I am fairly confident that they will be calling, given that most of them don't know where the stapler is in the production room, let alone how stuff works. Hell, we turned the cylon printer off for the weekend when we left - best of luck to them in even figuring out how to get him turned on again (I kid, I kid). So depending on what happens there, I might have to change my immediate surroundings and lifestyle. Just how drastically will be discovered as we go, but I am considering all options.
I just dislike the uncertain nature of things now. I was just getting used to putting in regular hours - I was actually enjoying working a 9 to 5 in fact. And I am mostly disappointed that the plans I had for moving my life along are being placed on hold. Again. I am back to spinning my wheels in the mud. Again. And I'm most likely going to be sinking into debt. Again. *sigh* Still, I'm trying to make the conscious choice not to let it get me down. It's a struggle, I will admit. But I don't want to fall into a funk. I have people counting on me and I want to do right by them.
So there we are. Just wanted to put that out there, because I already getting tired of explaining it. Toast to the 'Atomica 12' - they were taken all too soon. And the next person who says tax cuts are the way fix America is getting a punch in the throat...