March 22, 2009 at 4:13 pm

I can’t believe I was doing this almost 6 years ago exactly. The last time I knew it was coming; cut backs, gossip, etc. But in this case, the layoff took me completely by surprise. Needless to say I was considerably less prepared to be out of work. The story goes like this:

Like any other day, I came in, turned my computer on and started my daily trek down the hall to get coffee, when my friend Vikki said, “Vaness, I think we’re losing our jobs today.” At first I laughed it off, and continued on my way. When I returned, she showed me the email. A company-wide note from the owners said they regrettably had to do some “reorganization” to save money. Blah, blah blah… Then there was a meeting invitation at 8:15 for 5 people and she and I were both among those required in attendance. At that point, I started packing up the desk. Long story short, I was on my way home by 8:30. Curse the damn economy!

Except something about this turn of events leaves me less devastated than last time. Maybe it’s the experience of having been through it before, maybe I’m older and wiser, or maybe I’ve secretly wanted this for a long time. It’s hard to know for sure, but I’ve come to realize over the past few years that desk jobs really aren’t my cup of tea. 99% of the time I’m wishing I were doing something else. That’s not to say that I don’t get my work done, but my mind is always racing with unfulfilled dreams, or personal project ideas that I rarely have time to get to. For a long time, I’ve yearned for something more flexible.

Now is my chance to really jump in and try something new: freelancing, teaching, who knows what! The way I see it, the future is looking pretty bright right now. Ask me again in a month… :) I hope I’m still optimistic. For now, I still need do the same thing I did 6 years ago: revise my portfolio!

My only regret is I wish this had happened a month ago. I’ve passed the point of no return on the bathroom remodel, so we have no choice but to go through with the whole thing! Hey, that’s what parents are for — bailing you out when you’re up a creek, right?