Friday, July 22, 2005

well, this is one way to make a decision . . .


Yeah, I'm not getting an apartment right now. Or a house. OR a condo. Not even a roommate.

This, my friends, is because as of next Friday, July 29, I will no longer be getting a regular paycheck.

For I have lost my job. Literally. It no longer exits. Kapoof! Gone. The New Job is now officially The Old Job. The other Old Job has now achieved Really Old Job statis.

Those of you who are fellow Paperpreneurs may have read about it over there. For those who haven't, the summary is as follows:

8:25 a.m. Arrive at work.
11:30 a.m. Finish an ad
11:45 a.m. Called in to the VP's office, along with rest of staff
11:47 a.m. Staff meeting called by VP's father (the owner/founder) begins with the words "We called you all in here to let you know that we are closing this office."
11:47:30 VP's mother, eyes red, dabs with an already sopping tissue at the tears running silently down her cheeks.
11:47:45 It actually registers that I have been laid off. My first thought is of my looming bills. My second is, "well, I guess I don't have to worry about where I should get a house out here.


sarah said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your job. Things happen for a reason girl, maybe your business is meant to begin sooner than you think! I hope everything works out for you.

kristin said...

I'm sorry to hear about losing your job. You never know what this opportunity could bring you though. I know you'll make the best of it. You are always so uplifting and positive, so I think this experience is going to be awesome.

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! Who the crap needed that creativity-sucking job anyway? I can't believe YOU didn't quit before you were laid off!