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State of the Human
Jan. 5th, 2019 02:04 pmIt seems I'm never starting off a year on the right foot. I broke my ankle in late 2017 and I spent the first half of 2018 recovering from surgery and then dickering, pleading, and exchanging endless faxes with various doctors and hospitals' charitycare programs after being retroactively dropped from my medical insurance (because I was absent from my temp job for too long due to, y'know, the whole broken ankle thing).
After months of financial uncertainly I finally made it out from under all the debt, and had a nice few weeks of beach trips, concerts, seeing old friends, and looking for a nicer apartment. And then two weeks before Christmas my company declares that they're closing my whole office.
They'd made me a permanent employee after I returned from the broken ankle, and as the year went on I became one of the people that you come to for things-- obscure question about a client, priority email from a bigwig, delicate phone call to fix a mistake. I was planning on asking for a raise when my one-year anniversary came around. So, I'm feeling like the carpet has been pulled out from underneath my feet a little bit.
I've got one more week of putting in hours in the weird strained twilight zone that has become my office, and then I'm a free agent.
I was just getting comfortable with working a job that was not my dream job, but had decent pay and some prospects, and reasonable people running the show. But I fell into this job and have no idea how to do that again, or what field I actually want to work in, having hit the wall trying to get into various past dream jobs (publishing, libraries).
Oh well. Things could be worse. I'm better off than the last time a company decided to close my office on little-to-no notice (about two years ago)-- I have severance pay, more and better work history, more friends in the area, more people likely to give me a recommendation. So, onwards and upwards, I guess.
After months of financial uncertainly I finally made it out from under all the debt, and had a nice few weeks of beach trips, concerts, seeing old friends, and looking for a nicer apartment. And then two weeks before Christmas my company declares that they're closing my whole office.
They'd made me a permanent employee after I returned from the broken ankle, and as the year went on I became one of the people that you come to for things-- obscure question about a client, priority email from a bigwig, delicate phone call to fix a mistake. I was planning on asking for a raise when my one-year anniversary came around. So, I'm feeling like the carpet has been pulled out from underneath my feet a little bit.
I've got one more week of putting in hours in the weird strained twilight zone that has become my office, and then I'm a free agent.
I was just getting comfortable with working a job that was not my dream job, but had decent pay and some prospects, and reasonable people running the show. But I fell into this job and have no idea how to do that again, or what field I actually want to work in, having hit the wall trying to get into various past dream jobs (publishing, libraries).
Oh well. Things could be worse. I'm better off than the last time a company decided to close my office on little-to-no notice (about two years ago)-- I have severance pay, more and better work history, more friends in the area, more people likely to give me a recommendation. So, onwards and upwards, I guess.
