Friday, April 15, 2011
A little less than 2 years ago , I was pulled into our local H.R. Rep's office along with my boss, who looked and acted as if he would rather have all his teeth pulled out without the benefit of anesthesia while being water-boarded, than be in that little office with me. As it so frequently happened then, I was informed that after 19 1/2 years of service, I was no longer needed. The room seemed dark and fuzzy, their voices droned on and on. Finally when they took a breath, I asked, "Do you mean I no longer have a job?" "YES!" was the resounding answer and my life as I had come to know it began to unravel.
I began to pack my things and realized that being a packrat was definitely not a good thing now. I had a ton of personal stuff to bring home, but no more job, no paycheck, no medical and dental or even 401k benefits. Sure, I would get some sort of compensation - unemployment benefits from the state and some sort of additional unemployment pay from my former employer.
What to do? What to do? I did a lot of couch surfing/sleeping. I felt lost, betrayed and used. I was a good employee. I worked hard, stayed late to finish projects, even worked through lunches if needed. But the truth of the matter was... I hated my job! The people I worked for often treated me as a second class person. My boss even used to make jokes about my age. I dreaded going into work every day, so maybe being laid off was a good thing? Yes and no. [Come back tomorrow for the next installment]