BeMused

It’s been a long, tense, emotinally draining morning. Today at work was D-Day, i.e. layoffs. A few people on my team were let go, a couple whom I really liked and worked well with. Several of my good friends, and nearly half my old team are gone as well. It seems the last few times layoff’s have happened, I’ve been lucky to have shuffled away from an area that gets hit hard.

While I’m grateful that I still have a job, it simply sucks for business to have to layoff people. I know it’s all in the name of the game, but damn, the timing couldn’t have been worse. I mean, really, three weeks before Christmas?

So I’ve been making the rounds, saying good-bye to co-workers, checking in on others to make sure they’re still around. I’ve seen the complete range of emotions, from wry amusement to bitter anger to true despair.

I think this round of layoffs has hit me harder than most.

I’m currently sitting in my mom’s living room, laptop hooked up to their wireless, football on the TV and an old big black lab sleeping on my feet. We were just down here last weekend for Thanksgiving, and the reason I’m back here this weekend is to take all the stuff back home that wouldn’t fit in the car last time.

When my grandmother passed away this past summer, my mom asked me if I wanted anything. There was only one item my grandmother had that I wanted, a print of a John Clymer print of an indian woman gathering wood in a winter landscape.

Currently in the back of the trooper are a total of 5 prints (including a signed R.C. Gorman), 6 boxes of geneaolgy research, 3 file boxes of more geneaolgy, 2 TVs, a VCR and a nice wood file cabinet.

I don’t know where I’m going to fit my duffle bag when I leave. Or the birthday present that was waiting on the table for me (I can’t open it until my birthday dernit).