The immensity of the day lies on my shoulders but I am still unable to sleep. I pace round and round the apartment finding unneeded tasks that none the less require attending, such as the reshuffling of a stack of books, the puffing up of and already well plush pillow, symmetrically aligning magnets on the refrigerator side, or the taunting my cat’s tail. So many thoughts are running through my head but my mind won’t allow but a few seconds worth of concentration to any one. I decide to write but only manage a few lines which one day I may build on. The clock now flashes 3:30. I will have to get up for work soon. It will be my last day. I have been there three years and as of today I will be laid off. It is hard to imagine what life’s going to be like without a paycheck. I will need to find alternate means of self pampering because all of my little luxuries will be no more. I have no idea what I will be doing or where I will be working next. I, some what cowardly welcome the uncertain change, hoping that it is one for the better. Now all there is to do is wait to see what happens.
Pictures of my desk and office view on the last day.
"There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."
-Carl Jung
(thx, for the great quote K)
symmetrically aligning magnets on the refrigerator? lol....its refreshing to know i'm not the only one....
but yea....
from seeing your warmhearted nature and knowing how self reliant and determined you can be, I'm certain bigger and better things will come your way.
suave.
My sentiments exactly of when i lost my job. I never realized how difficult it would be to live without a steady paycheck. I took a lot for granted when i had a job, but that last day of work for me was also overwhelming i guess you can say. This time around i've decided to take a different approach, i now am wiser and a little more careful with what i do with my money.
J.R
My last day of (so far) the best job I ever had was two years and one month and two days before your post I am commenting on. For me, it took three years to spiral from a comfortably luxurious $60K+ per year lifestyle to homelessness and poverty. The climb up is slower than the slide down.
That day sucked.
Hate the slide, love the ride.