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Wednesday, November 03, 2004


It's Morning In America

Oh the irony. On what surely must be one of the most memorably depressing days of my life, a day that will live in infamy, a day of crushed hopes, of somber reflection and genuine apprehension regarding the future of this Great Land, in short, a day that I thought just could not get any worse, did actually.

At 3:30 p.m. today I was officially notified by New Boss and HR Director that effective immediately, my services for the company for which I've worked for the past six and a-half years would no longer be needed.

Actually, it wasn't nearly as heartlessly soul-crushing as that, but the effect is essentially the same.

I've been laid off. Sacked. Given the boot, the pink slip, my walking papers, shown the door, etc., etc.

Sly devil that I am, I talked them into keeping me on through the end of the week, so that I can hand off the few duties I have that nobody else knows how to do onto some other poor schlub who's own head will probably be next in the guillotin basket, but it a of all) makes me look tres professional in the eyes of management (right, like I should care now), and b of all) gets me two more days of salary.

At least there's some sort of severence package -- two months pay along with my unused vacation days, continuation of my health benefits through the end of the year, "outplacment counceling", instant Unemployment, plus I get to keep my 401(k) in the same mutual fund (which is actually a BIG deal -- no 25% tax penalty for this boy-o), and evidentally an extended vacation too boot.

"Spin it, Comte, spin it - it's a GOOD thing!"

So. To all of you who sent "a little something extra" in those recent birthday cards -- thanks very, very much. It looks like it'll come in handy.

And, the next sound you hear will be that of the door slamming me in the ass on my way through it.


Posted byCOMTE on 7:08 PM


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