It happened. The waiting is over. I've been Pink'd, slipped the slip, waylaid.
I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that it was going to be a bad day. I woke up with a sharp pain in my left knee. How did I injure my knee at night, in my sleep? It's a sinister mystery. Then as I was fixing my bowl of morning coffee the milk went PLOP! It's never a good thing when milk goes PLOP! Sure enough, it was in that transitory state between milk and yogurt when it's good for nothing. The figurative dark clouds were gathering over my dated tile countertop. In my old country things - good or bad - travel in threes, so the news at work was no surprise.
After months of mounting suspense the day came: Krystalmorgen, the day of pointy daggers, Axing Day. I and a large number of my colleagues, say, about 70-75% became a statistic. What will be the number of newly unemployed this month? Half a million? A million? I feel like part of History now.
I can't say it was a surprise. We all knew for months that this was coming. I'm actually relieved - the anxiety of the endless waiting was getting unbearable. If I'm quietly sobbing that's just nerves, ignore it.
Let's look at the bright side! The severance package is quite generous, so I have months before having to start panicking. I can spend whole days in my pajamas now. I can go out photographing any time (not necessarily in my pajamas). I'll be driving over the Pasadena more, since the agency that is supposed to be helping with job search and stuff has an office there. Not to mention, now I have an excuse to drink. Life is good.
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