Last Friday I was completely surprised when the dayjob I've worked at for 6 years was eliminated. That's what the bosses said had happened, anyway--that my position was eliminated. It's not me who's being fired, it's the job. But since it was MY job, I'm not to go there anymore, and I won't be getting paid.
It was interesting to stand outside myself and watch as I went through pretty much the same stages of grief as when my sister died. First I just couldn't believe it, and then I was quite distressed, and then my brain sort of shut off and I couldn't speak in complete sentences or remember what it was I was trying to do. But of course it's not as bad as all that, really. I will never have another sister, but I'm sure I'll have another job. After all, I'm a balls-out excellent editor, and I write just as good as I walk. So now I am ready, ready to accept my new great job, and I wonder what it will be.
Thanks for reading my blogpost this week, and may God bless.