Uh, Well, Fuck.
The recession just tagged me. I have joined the ranks of the unemployed.
Worse yet, it happened by phone. Not worse for me, worse for my (now-ex-) boss. She's a personal friend, and when I assured her that we'd still be friends she burst into tears on speakerphone.
Ironically, she was on speakerphone because I'd arisen late and was slow getting in. So I was strangely almost relieved--I feel horribly guilty goofing off. But not no more, I guess.
I'm still processing things. First things first--I'm taking the rest of the week off. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster that Mme is earning decent coin, and thank His Noodliness twice for a social safety net.
So we're not ecstatic, no we aren't O Avid Fans. But we're not dead, dying, nor even severely injured. I have a scratchy throat and a slight sniffle, but otherwise I feel fine.
Of course, my termination is effective immediately. They won't even let me back into the building. Not sure I feel good about the innate suggestion that I might be inclined to go postal.
But in fact if anything I'm inclined to go oppositely.
Still absorbing it all. We'll have to see what happens, I guess.