Asi, asi, and so the story goes
Well, it is official. I got my walking papers this morning, and tonight (right now, actually) is my last night of work with the company I am at. It's been a pretty good run, all things told, and I'm sorry to be sans paycheck and pounding the pavement again.
Still, I can't claim any surprise at the circumstances. I mean, we've known since before Yule that this was coming. I've made it through to the bitter end, cresting the waves of not one, but two big layoffs, and still going. Now, when the company is only a matter of 7 to 10 days of closing the corporate office doors for good, I finally get my "official" notice.
I've been looking. I've been sending out resumes, and even managed a couple of interviews, but there is no way that I could have been at my best. I work overnight, so any interview is coming at me after I've already been up 14 or 15 hours ... probably not my best work if I think about it very hard. Still, it is discouraging how few interviews versus how many resumes went out.
But I am nothing if not persistent (or is that ... stubborn?), and I will keep on. But now, I'll also get to finally do some housecleaning. Did I mention that we've known since before Yule that the company was closing? Yes, that is when the first round of layoffs happened. That is the point at which I began working 7-day weeks. Coming home, collapsing into bed, and getting up when the Pookster got home from school, so that I could have dinner ready when My Lady Myst and the Wee One got home, as it was the only way to manage any "family time". Mind you, "family time" with a teen and a toddler in the house takes on a slightly different meaning than some of you may be familiar with - but that is for some other posting.
I would be able to watch some kind of movie with My Lady Myst and the Wee One, often a Disney/Pixar movie of some kind, though also occasionally an episode of Stargate SG-1 since I've gotten My Lady hooked on it ... and then I would cart the sleeping Wee One off to his bed, and make sure that the Pookster was tucked into hers, then go and set up the coffee for My Lady Myst for the morning .. and then it would be off to work again. Weekends were different only in that the family was already there, and My Lady would ~send~ me to bed when I started wilting on the couch.
Still, it all takes its toll. Two months straight, and sketchy sleep can get to you, and then family got whatever creeping lung crud was going around, and trying to take care of them gets added into the mix as well. Until I caught it, and it hit me HARD - I would come home and collapse, sometimes before even managing to undress. Any effort at cleaning the house or doing more than simple "make do" work on the dishes or clothes fell by the wayside.
Now, it is all over. I'll have to sleep today, and make dinner tonight, and sleep again tonight to start to fill that old 'sleep cistern'. Monday, well, that will see me busy, busy, busy. I've got to start on the house and see about whipping it into some semblance of shape, and I've got to make (yet more) resumes and take them out and about as well. Tuesday, Wednesday, etc., etc. will be repeats of Monday - clean in the morning, job-hunt in the afternoon, and Mr. Mom in the evenings.
Wish me well ...
Still, I can't claim any surprise at the circumstances. I mean, we've known since before Yule that this was coming. I've made it through to the bitter end, cresting the waves of not one, but two big layoffs, and still going. Now, when the company is only a matter of 7 to 10 days of closing the corporate office doors for good, I finally get my "official" notice.
I've been looking. I've been sending out resumes, and even managed a couple of interviews, but there is no way that I could have been at my best. I work overnight, so any interview is coming at me after I've already been up 14 or 15 hours ... probably not my best work if I think about it very hard. Still, it is discouraging how few interviews versus how many resumes went out.
But I am nothing if not persistent (or is that ... stubborn?), and I will keep on. But now, I'll also get to finally do some housecleaning. Did I mention that we've known since before Yule that the company was closing? Yes, that is when the first round of layoffs happened. That is the point at which I began working 7-day weeks. Coming home, collapsing into bed, and getting up when the Pookster got home from school, so that I could have dinner ready when My Lady Myst and the Wee One got home, as it was the only way to manage any "family time". Mind you, "family time" with a teen and a toddler in the house takes on a slightly different meaning than some of you may be familiar with - but that is for some other posting.
I would be able to watch some kind of movie with My Lady Myst and the Wee One, often a Disney/Pixar movie of some kind, though also occasionally an episode of Stargate SG-1 since I've gotten My Lady hooked on it ... and then I would cart the sleeping Wee One off to his bed, and make sure that the Pookster was tucked into hers, then go and set up the coffee for My Lady Myst for the morning .. and then it would be off to work again. Weekends were different only in that the family was already there, and My Lady would ~send~ me to bed when I started wilting on the couch.
Still, it all takes its toll. Two months straight, and sketchy sleep can get to you, and then family got whatever creeping lung crud was going around, and trying to take care of them gets added into the mix as well. Until I caught it, and it hit me HARD - I would come home and collapse, sometimes before even managing to undress. Any effort at cleaning the house or doing more than simple "make do" work on the dishes or clothes fell by the wayside.
Now, it is all over. I'll have to sleep today, and make dinner tonight, and sleep again tonight to start to fill that old 'sleep cistern'. Monday, well, that will see me busy, busy, busy. I've got to start on the house and see about whipping it into some semblance of shape, and I've got to make (yet more) resumes and take them out and about as well. Tuesday, Wednesday, etc., etc. will be repeats of Monday - clean in the morning, job-hunt in the afternoon, and Mr. Mom in the evenings.
Wish me well ...