Saturday, September 19, 2009

What I Did on My Summer Vacation: Got Laid Off

Friday, 9/11 2PM

I'm sitting at my desk editing a huge scientific document that might as well be written in Greek, eating an apple because I worked through lunch, when my supervisor walks in and shuts the door behind her. I look up over my reading glasses, with my finger still on my computer screen so I can keep my place and she says, "I am here because I have to serve you with a layoff notice." Now she might have said "I have to send you to Mars to get the mail" or "I have to leave now because the mother ship has come back for me" for all the sense it made. I absolutely could not comprehend anything she was saying to me. The fact is, I don't remember much of anything she said in the ensuing ten minutes.

And so begins my odyssey into the world of the laid off. The down-sized. The Lepers of the working world.

I hope you'll travel the road with me...there's no GPS for this trip.

1 comment:


I loved this! (Sorry about the lay-off, though.) Your writing style reminds me of how I like to think of mine... except that you actually get to the point a lot faster.