I was laid off on Wednesday. Outsourced. Bye-bye. 7 years of my life over just like that for myself and my entire team, all of whom had been with me for over 5 years.
Whew! There. I finally told it.
My former employer left me in good shape, so I have time to thoughtfully look for another job, for which I’m glad. But I’m also upset for all the hard work and effort I’ve put in. I expect that in a very short time, all of that will be gone. Outsourcers tend to use the cheapest labor they can find, which does not equate to experienced.
Each morning I’ve woken up with a different set of emotions about this whole chain of events.
Thursday I was elated. Free time! Time to do what I want! No year end! I can enjoy the holidays instead of working late most nights in December!! I made lists and lists of all the things I want to get done while I’m out of work. Five pages of lists in fact – I have a lot of catching up to do with my life.
Friday morning though found me sad. I went back after hours on Thursday to clean out my desk and it was hard. My favorite boy toy was with me to help out and the HR rep was compassionate about the whole thing. She was (thankfully) someone I’ve known almost since my first day there. I was glad for that and glad for her understanding, but it was still hard. All those years reduced to a few boxes. Packing up my desk was as upsetting as being told to leave. I was also sad that I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to people. I had a lot of good friends at work and there was no closure.
Saturday was fear. Fear of the unknown. What’s going to happen now? Will we have to move again? I don’t want to move. Are there jobs out there? What will I do?
Sunday was fear again, but a different type. I don’t want a bad boss – I’ve had several in my career and they really wreck one’s life. I don’t want a ball busting job. I want a better work / life balance, something I’ve had very little of with my last few jobs. And I don’t feel like cleaning up yet another mess. I’ve cleaned up too many of them in my career. It’s no fun and there’s no glory in it, as no one wants to admit things were so bad before I came. In fact, the job that I just left had been outsourced for two years before I came and the files and positions were non-existent, along with numerous errors that took me years to clean up.
I don’t know what my new routine will be yet. The Vizsla is getting a long walk every day. He’s gotten excessively clingy again and keeping him tired means we don’t have a dog jumping the gates at 2 am to come visiting, which he did Thursday night. It took several hours and numerous tries to convince him that he was staying downstairs and not in our bed. Thankfully the beagle slept through most of it and I didn’t have to contend with two of them refusing to go back downstairs!
I’m drinking more tea. I sit at the kitchen table, looking out the windows and enjoying being quiet as I sip it. Sometimes I read, sometimes I just daydream. It’s nice to be able to leave my brain off even if for just a few minutes.
I’m finding a nap each afternoon to be good for me. It doesn’t matter if I’m not sleeping as well as I should if I can make it up later.
I’ve gone back to taking daily pictures. I enjoy it and it records my life for me even if they aren’t high art. The silhouette above was taken with my cell phone during our walk at the woods. I look like a lump in my winter coat (it’s been that cold here!) but I liked the way my grey muzzled puppy was looking at me. That stick in my hand is actually a retractable leash. His recall isn’t the best, especially if we walk past another dog, so I keep him tethered to me like the park requires.
After Thanksgiving, I’ll be contacting people and start the process to find another job. For this week, I plan to enjoy time with my family. My daughter says she finally looks pregnant, so I hope to get some baby bump pictures to show everyone.
I am a backyard adventurer, philosopher and observer, recording my life in journals and photographs. Visit my blog at www.livingtheseasons.com.