Said the ol' folk, it goes to show you never can tell (Chuck Berry's voice echoing in my head)
That was the 1st thing that popped into my head on that fateful day on which I joined the ranks of the laid-off. No shock. No panic. Just the calming voice of Chuck Berry reassuring me that life would continue with or with-out my consent.
What does one do when one finds oneself suddenly unemployed and responsible for feeding not just himself, but one hamster, 2 fish, a part-time lover, one cat, one car (gasss!!) and of course keeping the roof over every one's head? Why, one hits up the package store to obtain supplies and ventures home to one's couch to rant/rave/try to shed a tear/cry/etc. to anyone and everyone (well at least those who are still employed and have the time to answer the phone while they sit at their desks slaving away for the man) who will listen to the torrid tale of betrayal! Ok. So I did hit up the store for supplies and allowed myself 30 minutes of self-pity, but I only made 1 phone call and I didn't rant/rave/cry/etc. I simply explained the situation and said that everything would be fine; that I would be fine. I hung up, took a swig and revamped the resume. I put in a few calls to old recruiters and decided that this was THE MOMENT!
The moment that would become the definition of my life...where do I go from here? What do I do with myself? I decided that I wouldn't panic about the situation and worry only about securing another job to keep life moving, but to make the final decision about which direction I wanted to take. The good-bye that cripples so many, empowered me. I was going to discover myself and my destiny.
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