Sunday, January 06, 2002

Okay, so here's the deal: I lost my job about seven weeks ago. I can't even make the old Bobcat Goldthwait joke about not losing my job, but when I go by the office there's this new guy doing it. What was eliminated wasn't just me, but my position.

It was a shock, to say least, but not totally unexpected. I knew we (or more properly now, they) were in a situation where severe changes were likely, and there were a lot of closed-door meetings the week before things went down. Still, I'd never been fired before, so even if I had a slight inkling about the troubles I'd soon have, I had no real preparation for the reality of them.

Regardless of the position in which I now find myself, I have no complaints about the way I've been treated by my old bosses. I got a severance package that will keep me in skittles and beer (and, more importantly, House and home) for an amount of time that should be sufficient for me to find a new position. I also get to go in to my old office and use my old workspace (with accompanying high-speed Internet access, fax machine, scanner, etc) to do my new job search, which in my book is a pretty classy move on their part.

The job search begins in earnest today. I took all of December to figure out exactly what I wanted to do next. The answer that came out of that navel-gazing is the same one I had within minutes of my dismissal: my next job should be something where I can continue to do the things I love (write and edit, especially for the Web), but do it for a cause or group about which I care passionately. So I've got a goal, and even though the circumstances are less than ideal, I'm excited about the future.

Wish me luck, everybody.

Posted @ 2:27 PM

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