Update
Well, I am home. And no longer employed by the Soviet Republic of Premierekistan. I have five boxes of stuff that'll be shipped to me tomorrow, 14 CDs of music, clips, and other files, and a couple of liters of booze that I liberated from the supply closet. And my talking Mr. Incredible. During all the gallows humor and reminisces, I managed to get through today without crying, probably because I cried so much yesterday that my eyes ached when I went to bed.
I really appreciate the support you all have expressed. Every email and comment and offer of a drink (seriously, thanks) made me feel a little less tossed-aside, and it was much needed. Because I really did feel like we'd all been chucked out with the trash yesterday. (And there was a whole lot of trash. If anyone wants books on any topic in any way related to film, there's about four tons of them on the 41st floor of 1633 Broadway, up for grabsies.) Now, if only I knew which box my iPod cord went into.
So . . . now what? My boss pal Peter spent all day trying to drum up employment for the Island of Misfit Toys, so I have an interview with HR at Hearst on Friday, and on Peter's advice I sent an email earlier today to another editor who might have an opening. Thursday I have an interview about some freelance copyediting. So I imagine my taxes next year are going to be ugly. Unless of course I don't get a job and have to sell my body and/or move back to Virginia and work for USA Today. I suppose I could get a job babysitting Jason's screamopillar, except that neither he nor his wife have jobs.
I'm going to take the summer off from NYU, because I won't be able to pay for it. Since I won't be employed by Hachette at the end of this semester, they have no obligation to reimburse me for my spring 2007 tuition. So I won't be able to pay for the summer anyway. Hopefully by the fall I'll have a job and can resume paying tuition. Of course, this means I'll graduate in May 2008, just barely beating my youngest brother.
For tonight, and probably tomorrow, I plan to devote myself to the occupation of drinkin', and to the Food Network. Hell, maybe I'll watch all of Alias and Firefly in a row. Oh, and I have to do the goddamn homework assignment that's due tomorrow night. I would've done it yesterday if I hadn't gotten fired. Frack.
I really appreciate the support you all have expressed. Every email and comment and offer of a drink (seriously, thanks) made me feel a little less tossed-aside, and it was much needed. Because I really did feel like we'd all been chucked out with the trash yesterday. (And there was a whole lot of trash. If anyone wants books on any topic in any way related to film, there's about four tons of them on the 41st floor of 1633 Broadway, up for grabsies.) Now, if only I knew which box my iPod cord went into.
So . . . now what? My boss pal Peter spent all day trying to drum up employment for the Island of Misfit Toys, so I have an interview with HR at Hearst on Friday, and on Peter's advice I sent an email earlier today to another editor who might have an opening. Thursday I have an interview about some freelance copyediting. So I imagine my taxes next year are going to be ugly. Unless of course I don't get a job and have to sell my body and/or move back to Virginia and work for USA Today. I suppose I could get a job babysitting Jason's screamopillar, except that neither he nor his wife have jobs.
I'm going to take the summer off from NYU, because I won't be able to pay for it. Since I won't be employed by Hachette at the end of this semester, they have no obligation to reimburse me for my spring 2007 tuition. So I won't be able to pay for the summer anyway. Hopefully by the fall I'll have a job and can resume paying tuition. Of course, this means I'll graduate in May 2008, just barely beating my youngest brother.
For tonight, and probably tomorrow, I plan to devote myself to the occupation of drinkin', and to the Food Network. Hell, maybe I'll watch all of Alias and Firefly in a row. Oh, and I have to do the goddamn homework assignment that's due tomorrow night. I would've done it yesterday if I hadn't gotten fired. Frack.