It's almost 2 weeks since I lost my job and getting used to being home indefinitely, or at least with no foreseeable conclusion to this hiatus, is taking some getting used to. Part of the reason it feels so strange is that I've been working pretty much non-stop since I was 18. But it's something I'm going to have to adjust to
My last day at work was uneventful but interesting. There was no big send off. No card that the staff had signed. No morning cake and coffee. No drinks after work. Nothing. In fact, just four people came to say goodbye. That's it. The people I worked most closely with were nowhere to be seen. They left the building before I finished. Gone.
The really interesting part was unfortunate. When I was handed my final documents to sign it appeared that even after 12 years, they still hadn't learned to spell my name correctly....not to mention the smile on the person's face who handed them to me, sort of like he was giving me a lovely present.
I guess everyone goes through a range of emotions when this sort of thing happens. When I was told about my impending departure I was a little numb...when I was handed the miss spelt documents I got angry and gave them back to be corrected.
Now, I'm in between anger and something else. Bewilderment, resignation maybe?
Not sure exactly but while I know I have a lot of time on my hands right now, I still feel like I'm just taking a break so need to get a lot of things done. Quickly.
I'll start looking for a new job in February, probably when everyone else is looking as well, but I have a feeling I'll be going in a whole new direction...what that direction is I'm yet to work out. What do they say about destination and journey? ...well, I think the journey's going to be interesting.
At least I hope it is.
Right, well that's the last I'll be saying on this subject. I'm sure you don't want me bleating on and on about my job-loss...so there you have it. Time to move on wards and upwards and time for new beginnings
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