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Tomorrow I Become a Cog
I start my new job - the one I didn't apply for - the one I didn't interview for - the one where no one actually hired me. I don't know who my supervisor will be; I just show up tomorrow, ask for Cherry and she said there will be an orientation. Which is good, because right now I feel totally disoriented.
Friday was very sad. The department head took my boss, another person who is laid-off, and four other co-workers out to lunch at a very nice restaurant down at Jack London Square. I spent most of the day trying to do a final clean up of my files and packing up the last of my stuff. It was hard, because many people stopped by to say good-bye. The day went by very quickly.
Have I said how much I HATE this - well, I do. There is something about this whole thing that makes me feel so devalued.
Time to get to bed. I need to get up extra early, because I don't want to be late on my first day of doing whatever for whoever.
Friday was very sad. The department head took my boss, another person who is laid-off, and four other co-workers out to lunch at a very nice restaurant down at Jack London Square. I spent most of the day trying to do a final clean up of my files and packing up the last of my stuff. It was hard, because many people stopped by to say good-bye. The day went by very quickly.
Have I said how much I HATE this - well, I do. There is something about this whole thing that makes me feel so devalued.
Time to get to bed. I need to get up extra early, because I don't want to be late on my first day of doing whatever for whoever.