It’s been a strange feeling this week. And yet it’s entirely too familiar: getting laid off was a very similar feeling to getting the news that Mom had passed away unexpectedly almost 12 years ago.
There’s no routine anymore. That’s been the weirdest feeling. But I can feel the stages of grieving coming on. Right now it’s still a bit of the denial stage where I constantly have to remind myself that the job’s not there. I get these momentary panic attacks that I should be at a job that I got laid off from. During the day I’ll think about what I could be doing at work. And folks are offering a lot of sympathy. It’s like I’m having a wake or something (there was drinking involved on Monday, but that was pretty much because of the Steelers.)
I’m slowly getting to the positive side of things. It was cutbacks, not personal. I really did like this job, and it’ll be difficult to find one I’ll like just as much.
This week, though, I’m going to take some time off, work on the novel, get some rest.
Sorry if I’m not really responsive, my friends. I’m really in a hermit mode while I reacquaint myself with how the ground smells for a little bit.
