As you all are sick of hearing me say by now, I am getting laid off shortly. January 12th to be exact. I am getting a severence package and I had grandiose visions of taking a month or two off, then landing my dream job that paid me lots o' money, gave me a few months vacation time every year, a nice corner office and a big fat pension that allowed me to retire at age 45.
What? No, I am not smoking crack, but thank you for asking.
OK, in reality, I thought perhaps I could take a month off and then find a job hopefully making a little more than I make now and still have my own office and get to work from home from time to time, which are the things I love most about my current job. Life has a funny way of unfolding, however.
Upon our return from vacation, Husband had a "mutual separation" from his company. He was basically laid off as his company was going in a new direction. They are rat bastards, but that is besides the point. The point is now that Husband is no longer employed, my slightly hallucenogenic vision has been hit by a SAM and has exploded into a million bits of shrapnel never to be dreamt again. He and I apparently need to find another job asap.
I happened to mention we were being laid off to a former vendor in Indiana and lo and behold she hooked me up with a good friend of hers that has recently relocated to Massachusetts from Colorado for a company that does exactly what I do now. Within 20 minutes of our conversation, I had an interview scheduled with said company for last Friday. Today is my second interview. They are desperate for people with my experience. They have given me the distinct impression an offer is looming and they want me in there yesterday. This means that if I were to accept, I would have to start at the new company on January 15th, which gives me exactly one weekend being laid off. Not even 1 extra day off. I haven't gotten to the juicy details with this new company yet...what my title would be, would I have an office, do they do flex time or work from home, what would my vacation time be, what are their benefits, and oh yes, the small issue of salary. They could be so off base I couldn't even consider working for them, but then again, they could make me an offer I can't refuse.
I should be counting my blessings that I was put in contact with a potential employer so easily, but instead I am dwelling. And feeling a little sorry for myself. And a little resentful of my husband. And wondering for the bazillionth time why I wasn't born blue-blood rich. Then I could spend my days sailing aboard my yacht, with nary a care in the world.
I guess it doesn't hurt to dream!
Peace, love and all that other bullshit,
Liss
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