Please ignore the crazy hair.....

So on Friday… I lost my job.

I was laid off, canned, shown the door, given the boot, eliminated, terminated, ‘let go’.

I was not, however, fired.

So.. you know how big companies are about these things.  It’s all ‘hush hush’ and whispers.  So I can’t tell you much… right now.

But I can thank all of you for the supportive emails, text messages, twitters, hugs, prayers, and network contacts that you’ve all sent my way.   It’s a hard time to be out of work and with me not being relocatable.. it makes it even harder. But you guys have been great and my spirit is not broken.

Luckily the Husband and I saw the writing on the wall months ago and have been anticipating that this day would eventually happen.  We’re fine financially (unemployment benefits will run out before we have to touch our savings account), and since we saw this coming, I already had an extensive plan laid out.   The MBA-money monger in me keeps reminding me that the sooner I find a job, the more money I make off my severance.   I’ve already lined up lunches, network events, and meetings with several of my local contacts.

That being said, not having to get up at 6 am to get to work today was a bit odd.  Sitting on my couch, typing out a blog, not taking a vacation day or sick day to do so, is also a bit weird.   The last time I had time off like this was between my MBA graduation and my acceptance of the job I just got laid off from.   At that time, the Husband (then fiance) nagged me to death about getting a job ASAP, and when I say nagged.. I mean… one more day of it and I wasn’t going to need a job, I was going to need a good lawyer.   We’ve made a pact (and by we, of course I mean ME, and by made a pact, I mean… threatened to smother him with a pillow if he did) that he will not be nagging me to unheard of stress levels about my employment status this time.  I predict that lasting all of a week.

(God.. grant me the serenity to not smother my husband to death in his sleep if he asks me 30 times a day if I have “found a job/heard about a potential job/talked to anyone about a job/looked at jobs online/met with contacts about a job/cold called some random stranger to see if they have a job/begged and pleaded with anyone who would listen to give me a job”.  Allow me to see that he is just trying to be supportive in the only way he knows how, by stressing me out.    However, if you cannot grant me said serenity, then please make me temporarily deaf… until I find a job.    Amen)

I’m talented, I’ve got mad skills, and some company out there is dying to hire me.  They just haven’t gotten the memo yet.    Everyone’s support though, has been unbelievable… so Thank You again.   I may not need your money (yet…. seriously people.. can we go one day without the news of more layoffs???) but there will be times I need my blog to whine on.

This too shall pass.

I just hope we don’t have to move into a cardboard box off of Kingston Pike beforehand.   (Just kidding Mom.. we’re fine… REALLY!)