Friday, June 17, 2005

I'm officially unemployed

Unemployed

Without a job

I don't know that it's sunken in yet

This is the first time I've ever been voluntarily unemployed with no job prospects since I was about 15

Weird

And being the hyper-emotional person that I am, I totally thought that I would get all misty-eyed and huggy and "keep in touch" like it was the last day of 8th grade or something, but I cut out in the middle of the day* and cajoled the strapping young eye-candy... I mean, the super nice, super funny new guy in customer service into carrying my boxes out to my car instead of one of my overly emotional pals that I've known for almost two years - that way, eye-candy loaded my stuff in my trunk, shook my hand and promised to see me at the lunch and/or happy hour next week** and there was none of that messy emotional stuff - easy as that.


* before I left, I provided a copy of an excerpt of a blog written by the customer service manager at my work who was screwing his underling to said underling because, in spite of the fact that she's not my favorite person on the planet, I thought she deserved to know howskeevy he was in his comments about her -*warning - I'm stepping up onto my moral soapbox* consenting adults, (even if one of you is in a long term relationship complete with a kid) screw whomever you want, but if you're going to be unethical scum and make the shitty business decision of sleeping with someone under you (because, really, people, it's not like there's gray area there, it's pretty much black and white - bosses and people under them shouldn't be fucking... unless they're in porn, but that's a whole other story), don't trash her online and make your blog easily identifiable including the company name, pictures of you, her initials and your position - dumbstick - that's all I'm saying - and then if, after seeing people from your work checking your blog, you DO choose move your blog [instead of deleting it like a smart person], be aware that it will take me [or someone like me with mad Google skillz] about 4 seconds to find it again, not that it matters anyway because I had the remarkable foresight to have printed out a copy of the full, original, WAY incriminating blog prior to any of your censoring - and I'm all for first amendment rights, lord knows I may have blogged once or twice from work, but seriously, have a little fucking common sense about the whole thing

** The supplemental going away lunch was required because my boss was out all week, as was my erstwhile work boyfriend, so I wanted a chill time to be able to spend with people that I wanted to lunch with - that's probably when I'll cry - and the happy hour was added because there were a couple of people unable to make the lunch - yeah, how many going away celebrations can one person have?