May 12, 2009
This is one hell of an update, from February 09 to May 09, my how things change. I am no longer employed. One of 15 people cut from the newspaper, selected on the basis of . . . what? My age? my lack of popularity with the little big guy? Higher pay? All of the above, and others, I think.
But it's two weeks today that I got the news along with other co-workers, all of whom were like me, older and higher paid, and several, like me, on the little guy's list. It was his chance to get rid of the people he didn't like and he took it.
But it's been an opportunity, almost like having a funeral only without dying to find out what other people think about me and it's been really great, most of it, anyway (the people who would spit on your grave probably wouldn't tell you so to your face, thus not hearing from them.). But I feel like Sally Fields
"you like me, you really like me!!!" :)
This is also like going through the seven or five stages of grief, whatever the number is, and I can't remember them all but I'm in the first few, which are denial and disbelief. Every time I talk about this I picture the scene from All That Jazz, when the lead role is editing his movie and it's on this comedian who is doing this stitch based on those stages. He tells who wrote them, Elizabeth Kubler Ross I believe, and then goes through them several times, and adds comic bits to each one, like the one called bargaining, he has his guy making deals with god if he doesn't die. I think bargaingin comes just before acceptance.
But I can't remember them all, I know I could blog them but I'm not ready to write specifically about each one and relate it to what I am going through. Plus Elphaba is sitting in front of th emonitor and I can't see what I am writing. Good typing practice, I guess. I think Iwll go to the living room so she will follow me and then go to sleep on the couch (her, not me)