I’m remarkably calm for just being laid-off.  No tears, no anger.  I did not choose to storm out of here like the employee of twenty years who was cut ahead of me did with flair.  Instead, I’m blogging.  Heh.  That’s classic.  Actually, I’m choosing to continue to “work” for a while (other than a certain Family Staycation starting tomorrow), so there will be no goodbyes today.  But, when thinking of shifting piles, I am not looking forward to moving all of my crap at my desk home in the next week or so.  The interior designer left his office as was…if I did that, I’m sure there’d be no glowing letters of recommendation for me.

The writing was on the wall and I would have made the same decision.  I was expendable.  It wasn’t personal.  It wasn’t professional.  Hell, it was payroll.

I’m going to look at this as a crisitunity, to quote Matt quoting Homer Simpson when I lost my job five years ago.  It’s an opportunity that arises from a crisis…and I am stoked.  Mostly.  It’s scary to not have an income in two weeks, but I’ll have to get creative.

Or marry rich.