Friday I went though a whole range of emotions relating to being laid off. Mostly fear and dread. Strangely, I'm not too angry with the company. I suppose my final decision on that won't be made until this all plays out. You see, if I find a great job relatively quickly, I'll figure being let go was a blessing in disguise. If I never find a job, wind up living in a cardboard box on Lower Wacker, well then it'll be obvious that the company was the devil and ruined my life. So I'm reserving my judgement for now.
I was really worried about what to tell my kids. Don't want them to worry, you know. So tonight I explained that I'm taking some time off to look for a better job, work on safe haven projects, and spend time with them. It's all true, too. Except the implied part that it was my choice.
Tomorrow Hubs is going to take me out to breakfast after we take the kids to school. In part because it's something we never get to do alone, and in part to keep me from feeling so aimless on my first day of the Unemployment Adventure. Then I'll head to the Office of Employment Security (what a misleading name!) and then I'll come home and get back to work on the safe haven project at hand.
Tuesday... well, that's another story.