Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Hmph!
I'm at home today. That's because at five minutes before quitting time yesterday, my boss (the younger one, not The Senile One) came up behind me and informed me that I was laid off, effective immediately. He said they "have no money." More likely, it has something to do with the fact that he left his wife to have an affair with a client and he got served with divorce papers yesterday. That's going to cost him a bundle.
This hasn't really hit me yet, I guess, since it doesn't seem real. I don't know what I'm going to do -- other than enjoy some time off for a little while, regroup, and figure out what to do next.
Happy Hump Day.
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This is your catalyst to Move on !
You were miserable there, relax for a while...((((Hugs))))
Qué será, será, I guess, Mr. G. Thanks.
Maybe this is a sign that you've been on the wrong side of the law.
You may be right, Pugsley. Maybe I should have been taking thieving lessons from Skank Girl.:)
sounds like
your idiot former boss
just goes on from bad to worse
in the decision department, serena joy
but i know you're better off without those jerks and will land on your feet after a brief regroup <3
(and when you're able to look back)
HAPPIEST HUMP DAY OF ALL, SERENA JOY!
× × ×
/t.
I say...blog on! Next up...find corporate sponsorship. I'm also still in favor of "professional vacationer" too. You know, you take the vacations for those that don't have the time to. You send them postcards and show them how much fun you're having in their place.
Yeah, I'll land on my feet, /t. Sooner or later. I'm starting to relax enough to actually think about enjoying the time off, as long as it doesn't last "too" long.:)
That sounds like a great idea, VE. I'm going to start working on some dynamite postcards to send to my erstwhile co-workers.:-)
Another reason the aliens don't land.
Hell. This is rotten news.
I know you'll land again, and soon. But I always hope that my friends get to leave when the staying just doesn't make sense any more.
Put them behind you.
Hugs, Q
Aliens sure wouldn't know what to make of that crew, Fowl Ideas.:)
Yep, it's purely rotten, Quid. And a low blow to someone who played by the rules. But yep, I'll land again.:)
I'm sorry, SJ. That really sucks.
It has happened to me and what got to me was the inevitable feeling of it being personal. Why me and not the person 2 cubicles down?
Rest assured, my love, when you look back on this you will see that it was not personal. He messed up, he cut where he could in the first instance.
Do not doubt yourself. I can tell you are more than capable and keep telling yourself that every day.
Keep your chin up.
Lots of love,
Pinks
Thanks, Pinks. I'm not going to starve anytime soon and I'm sure I'll end up somewhere much better sooner or later.:)
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