laid-off, part II
So yeah. I just got laid off, just a half an hour after posting that previous weblog entry. It pretty much came out of nowhere — no warnings that I was going to get laid off, nothing. Just a one-on-one meeting with the boss and the nice man who sends his “deepest regrets.” And then I handed in my badge, my laptop and I was escorted out of the building. Just like that. Half an hour after the meeting. Wasn’t even allowed to say good-bye to the co-workers.
“Was it performance? Something I did?” I ask. “No. Just budget cuts.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” But two days ago I was working with the IT department late at night. I was just beginning to get along with my other co-workers. And now this. On the last day of PuppetMaster, too. I’m not upset — just in a little bit of shock. Wasn’t expecting it to happen this way.
And in case you’re wondering, I get four weeks of severance. That’s the only reason I’m sure I was laid off, not fired. God, wouldn’t that have sucked if chicken salad lady read my weblog and got me canned? No, can’t think like that. It was budget cuts.
But when life gives you lemons, make lemonaide, I guess. Only question is how I go about doing that.
Update: Gaah! George got laid off too! What is this, an internet meme? Posting pictures of your drivers license is an internet meme. All Your Base Are Belong To Us is an internet meme. Getting laid off and worrying where your next paycheck will come from should not be an internet meme.
