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It's taken me the greater part of a week to work up to writing this journal entry. It hasn't been a good week. At all.
*deep breath*
Saturday started very sore. While I'd been sleeping I managed to displace a couple of the vertebrae in my lower back. This happens on a rare occasion, due to an accident I had a few years ago, where a speeding car turned in front of me, causing collision and back injury. (This was the time when I lived with lots of pain and near-psychosis levels of sleep deprivation for a couple of months. Those hallucinations really do get tiresome after a while.)
So, I spent a couple or three hours trying to realign my back again. As such, I didn't get mobile enough to leave the house until late afternoon, by which time it was too late for me to find a place to buy tickets for the ball that night. That I'd been looking forward to going to for months. And was hopefully going to meet an acquaintance from Dunedin that I hadn't met in person before. And spend some time with a friend I hardly ever get to see. Bugger.
Sunday, I needed to cycle across the city to be at a number of things that I was expected to be at. There was far too much cancelling of stuff that day. Argh. Didn't help the soft tissue in my back healing at all.
*'nother deep breath*
Monday, I lost my job.
Got an email from the boss saying that he wanted to meet at 5:15 to "discuss a couple of issues". I got no reply to asking what it was about, which was a bit odd. By 5:40 I had cleared out my desk, returned my keys/proxcard, written down some deployment details for stuff I'd been working on, so that they could do stuff with it more easily, and was leaving the premises. Apparently the board had advised my boss that allowing an employee that you were not going to be employing any more to hang around for more than was absolutely necessary was a bad thing, and I had to clear out my stuff that night. Understandable, I said, if you think in terms of disgruntled employee espionage/sabotage. He made sure I knew that he didn't think I would, but that he had orders from on high as to how to go about that.
Still, the Letter was as warm as such a thing can be ("We wish you well in the future", "We will provide you with a reference, if you desire", etc.), and he mentioned twice verbally that he'd be happy to write a reference, too. Oh, and I'm still invited to the office Christmas party on Friday night, too. I got a phonecall today from Jeanette, our.. er, their business analysts, making sure that I knew that people wanted me there. They were all about as surprised as I was. But the company had had a bunch of big clients delaying or cancelling major projects, and there wasn't a lot of billable work for me to do. They had cashflow problems, and my contract was up for renewal in early January. I'm paid up until then.
I'm still a bit in shock, though it's starting to sink in. The past few days I've been sore from the back pain, tense and nauseous from the shock, and hardly sleeping. I still have little to know idea what the fuck I'm going to do next. There's opportunities, I suppose, but first I have to get the shock and depression of having my entire career swiftly yanked out from under me. I liked working there. I liked the people. I spent 40 hours a week around them, and some of them were almost like an extended family, at times.
I think I'm going to go to the Christmas party, if I can stomach it. If only to get a chance to say goodbye to some good people. And hey, as Jeanette said, half or more of the music for the (medieval-themed) party is stuff that I lent her, so I should really see how it all turned out.
Just when I thought life couldn't throw me another curveball.
Shit.
*deep breath*
Saturday started very sore. While I'd been sleeping I managed to displace a couple of the vertebrae in my lower back. This happens on a rare occasion, due to an accident I had a few years ago, where a speeding car turned in front of me, causing collision and back injury. (This was the time when I lived with lots of pain and near-psychosis levels of sleep deprivation for a couple of months. Those hallucinations really do get tiresome after a while.)
So, I spent a couple or three hours trying to realign my back again. As such, I didn't get mobile enough to leave the house until late afternoon, by which time it was too late for me to find a place to buy tickets for the ball that night. That I'd been looking forward to going to for months. And was hopefully going to meet an acquaintance from Dunedin that I hadn't met in person before. And spend some time with a friend I hardly ever get to see. Bugger.
Sunday, I needed to cycle across the city to be at a number of things that I was expected to be at. There was far too much cancelling of stuff that day. Argh. Didn't help the soft tissue in my back healing at all.
*'nother deep breath*
Monday, I lost my job.
Got an email from the boss saying that he wanted to meet at 5:15 to "discuss a couple of issues". I got no reply to asking what it was about, which was a bit odd. By 5:40 I had cleared out my desk, returned my keys/proxcard, written down some deployment details for stuff I'd been working on, so that they could do stuff with it more easily, and was leaving the premises. Apparently the board had advised my boss that allowing an employee that you were not going to be employing any more to hang around for more than was absolutely necessary was a bad thing, and I had to clear out my stuff that night. Understandable, I said, if you think in terms of disgruntled employee espionage/sabotage. He made sure I knew that he didn't think I would, but that he had orders from on high as to how to go about that.
Still, the Letter was as warm as such a thing can be ("We wish you well in the future", "We will provide you with a reference, if you desire", etc.), and he mentioned twice verbally that he'd be happy to write a reference, too. Oh, and I'm still invited to the office Christmas party on Friday night, too. I got a phonecall today from Jeanette, our.. er, their business analysts, making sure that I knew that people wanted me there. They were all about as surprised as I was. But the company had had a bunch of big clients delaying or cancelling major projects, and there wasn't a lot of billable work for me to do. They had cashflow problems, and my contract was up for renewal in early January. I'm paid up until then.
I'm still a bit in shock, though it's starting to sink in. The past few days I've been sore from the back pain, tense and nauseous from the shock, and hardly sleeping. I still have little to know idea what the fuck I'm going to do next. There's opportunities, I suppose, but first I have to get the shock and depression of having my entire career swiftly yanked out from under me. I liked working there. I liked the people. I spent 40 hours a week around them, and some of them were almost like an extended family, at times.
I think I'm going to go to the Christmas party, if I can stomach it. If only to get a chance to say goodbye to some good people. And hey, as Jeanette said, half or more of the music for the (medieval-themed) party is stuff that I lent her, so I should really see how it all turned out.
Just when I thought life couldn't throw me another curveball.
Shit.
