I recently got laid off from work, about three weeks ago, and I must say there is nothing more degrading that could happen to a person. It is one thing to quit, walk out, or even get fired. If you get fired you generally fucked up some how and you can't really blame yourself. But when you get laid off there is a series of events that go with it. First, you feel as if you aren't good enough, afterall, some people got to stay, why not me? Why wasn't I good enough? Also, everyone at the office looks at you are a stranger those last couple days. They are happy they got to keep their job, but shit, they can't really show it, that would be just rude; so instead they mope around and be extra nice, flashing you that "everything will be okay" smile. And finally, there's nothing worse than that trip home on the subway with a box full of your office belongings. It's like a break up. You made friends and relationships, you worked hard and had your own desk real estate, and now, it is all down to a box on the train that everyone can see, oh, any they know what's going on.
The future looks grim. Let's not toy around here. Stocks are down, people are losing money, outsourcing, and all of that shit. And if that's not enough, a new report came out that tells of college students graduating with record numbers of debt, starting like off in a touch work environment with practically a morgage over their heads, except they have no house to live in here, they have to pay rent and bills also. So much are gone the days when you graduated and quit living like college student, instead you are left with bebt and maybe you can quit living like a college student when you're 40.
So where's the high note? Where's the positive spin on this story? Where's the fucking American Dream to give us hope in this down and out economy? Well, don't look at me, I'm asking you. All I can say is sleeping in really is nice.