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Wednesday, June 01, 2005
 
I'm being laid off.

I've known for a month, and it was a choice between this or commute up to the city, and I chose this, so it's really not that bad.

What's most interesting is that in the past, it's taken several boxes to get me out of an office. I mean, like five or six.

Today, I packed up all my shit in half a box. There was even room for my three orchids and a jacket in there.

I can't decide what this means. If it means I need to inhabit my space less, if I'm tidier, or maybe just that I've realized these jobs are never permanent for me, and have gotten to the point where I'm honest about that and treat them that way.

Regardless, I'm done.

I mean, not just with this job.

I think, if I can possibly avoid it, this is the last job like this I'll ever have.
Comments:
Sorry you got laid off :-(
 
Aw, Alexa, thanks. Like I said, I had an option here, so it wasn't so bad.

Meanwhile, you haven't written for a while and I'm jonesing. Looking for your next post.
 
I'm sorry but nothing clever this time. Just to let you know that I'm still peeking in on you. Good luck.
 
sorry to hear, darlin'! hope the no job thing works out in your favor. tiggrzz
 
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