Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Okay, so I (and my whole department) have been laid off. Never mind that I suddenly have never felt older than this very moment (filing for unemployment three months before my 30th birthday! nice barometer for success.).
More importantly, I'm really going to miss all my peeps--I don't think I've ever had a job where I've laughed so much. It was good for my soul. Blurting out sheep calls during meetings. Stalking Garbage Van. Talking to invisible video cameras. Being foul-mouthed and just generally gross with my work husband, like two 12 year-olds. Jumping on only the green squares while going down the hall. Prank matchmaking via email. Convincing Susan an interior decorator was going to help us redesign our office. And her getting back at me for that with the worms.
Laughing so hard my stomach hurt.
I know everything happens for a reason, and I'll be better tomorrow. Wallowing stops tonight.