I interrupt this important what-flavor-ice-cream would you be Pieces of Wisdom for an important announcement.
About 30 of us did, from what I understand. We lost a big client at work–at EX-work–and when they told us a few weeks ago, I thought, Oh, some people might get laid off.
Some people. That's what I thought.
Then yesterday morning my favorite coworker, the young guy who'd invited me to his party that ended at 6 a.m., came to my desk. "Say goodbye to me, June. I just got laid off."
I thought he was kidding. He was not.
One by one, I watched people go, with their boxes. People were crying, and looking ill. It was awful.
Then my phone rang.
Did I mention crap?
They told me they'd hire me right back as soon as they could, and that I could freelance for them the minute my severance ran out.
At any rate, that is the story. I am unemployed. Merry Christmas! Do you think I'm getting that pink diamond for sure now?
I applied for unemployment and even for a job yesterday. Today I will let my former freelance clients know I am back for the time being. Then I thought maybe I'd lie listlessly on the couch for the rest of the day.
Last night I went to bed at 7:00, without washing my face or taking my prescriptions or putting in my sexy nightguard or anything. Tallulah, who was glued to me from the second I got home yesterday, never budged from my side all last night. She must have had to pee like a fire truck this morning.
Not that fire trucks pee.