Ok, so you know that thing you do where..ya know...you get up in the morning and you eat breakfast, then you shower and get dressed and drive? That...uumm....damn...oh yeah! Work! That thing! Ya know where you have this...job thing and it helps you buy yarn and gives you a place to live where you store the yarn? Oh and it pays for the vehicle that takes you to the yarn store? Ooh ooh and it pays for the internet thingy where you get to talk to all your blog friends? That work thing? Yeah....
So Tuesday afternoon we found out they're doing lay offs at work. So like, my last day is December 29th. And remember how I said T and I work at the same place? Yeah so his last day is February 28th. So like, 2 people, married, living in the same house, both getting laid off. And we live in a town where ' job market' is an oxymoron. There isn't one. You can work at the college where they don't hire anyone unless you went there at some point, or retail and I am so not going back to retail. No really. I feel rather strongly on that subject. No retail. Allow me to demonstrate the ability for me to hate retail.
Me: So what the hell are we gonna do now?
Me: Yeah, my thoughts too, dude.
T: Well, we have options, baby. It's not like we don't have job skills.
Me: *glare of hatred* Don't say it.
T: Well, darling, you are good at retail and you have all of that experience.
Me: Looking for sharp object to poke your eyes out with now.
T: Don't be silly, I'm being serious.
Me: I totally told you 5 years ago I wasn't ever going back to retail.
T: I know you don't like it but...
Me: No! Are you deaf? No retail. Don't make me cuss at you. Don't look at me like that, I will cuss you.
T: You're being unreasonable.
Me: Ok, let me explain. Retail + Me = NOT. I won't go back to retail. No. I would rather stand on the edge of a cliff, take a full bottle of arsenic, slit my wrists, drink a bottle of bleach, take an entire bottle of sleeping pills, then shoot myself in the fucking face so that I fall off of said cliff before I go back into retail.
T: You're not right. In the head I mean.
Me: No retail.
T: Well, I gather you feel rather strongly about this.
Me: Just a smidge dear, just a smidge. And you made me cuss you. You were warned.
T: So how bad will the disappointment be when you tell your blog friends you can't make it to Austin.
Me: I'm sorry, were you speaking?
T: We have to save money.
Me: Eat shit, dear, I am so going to Austin. I will eat light or whatever. I really, really need this trip now and if you try and tell me no, it won't be me on said cliff and it will be a different face I shoot. *glare*
T: Well, ok, so you'll have fun in Austin then.
So yeah now what? I mean, starting over sucks ass, guys. I've never left a job without another one lined up. We can't just pack up and move, we own our house. We have 5 dogs and a cat. Apartments are kinda out of the question. T's medicine is $1,500 a freaking month without our insurance. Plus, this is kinda putting stress on him and if he relapses due to this shit? I am so gonna sue the pants off these bastards. And dammit, I like my job! I like the people I work with! I make good money for our area. ARRRGGGG!
Tuesday I cried. A lot. Wednesday I was numb. Today I was just really pissed off about it all. I hate corporate politics. We have a guy in our room that is in the middle of adopting a baby. We have a 50 year old woman with cancer. We have a 52 year old supervisor that sold everything after her husband died, packed up and moved here to start over. We have a lot of single moms where I work. Out of 120 people in our location, 66 are being laid off. For where we live, that's flooding the market with people looking for the same types of jobs.
Did I mention how much I hate retail?