When you get laid off and are forced to leave the place where you spent approximately 1/3 of your life without even one goodbye, it is not only hard on you, but hard on all of the friends you have back at the office. You don't get the bagel breakfast goodbye or the afternoon cake and ice cream farewell where everyone says nice things about you and wishes you luck. No. You have to pack up your things, turn in your keys and leave by the back door. The exit of shame.
And then, everyone wants to take you out for dinner and drinks.
My first week *off-the-job* was a bit of a celebration. Everyone wanted to get together for drinks. Lots of people emailed with their condolences but I responded with absolute positivity. This was the best for me and the organization. We all knew I had been unhappy and there was no looking back. Although everyone missed my personal visits around the office (I couldn't sit in my cube for very long so everyone expected my mid-morning and mid-afternoon visits), I promised to keep in touch with my new office-world friends.
Although it took about two days to even want to write a cover letter, I was motivated to find another job. After all, rent had to be paid. Cats had to be fed. Filing for unemployment just seemed like an awful idea. There was a brighter future waiting for me and I was convinced with my experience and education I would get snatched up in no time.
Although it took about two days to even want to write a cover letter, I was motivated to find another job. After all, rent had to be paid. Cats had to be fed. Filing for unemployment just seemed like an awful idea. There was a brighter future waiting for me and I was convinced with my experience and education I would get snatched up in no time.
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