How dare they?!? I pulled out of the parking lot, spittin' mad and panicky; and I knew just who to call. I called not My Partner, but my old boss (Let's call her Believer - as in, still believes I'm a great employee, even though - shock: I'm not an employee anymore! ). She left the company two years before (smart lady) and I knew she'd be mad, too: "What are they DOING over there?! Geez!"
Now, it was time for taking stock in what we had and what we needed. I called the daycare provider to see how long we were locked-in to our contract. I called the lawyer to see what he thought of the contract they wanted me to sign.
I called a friend who was recently laid off and was at home, where I will now be.The conversation led to how I don't have a printer (didn't have one for over a year - I simply printed all I needed to at work - isn't that what you do? ) And he had an extra printer for me - THEN, I called My Partner. She worked hard to comfort me and lift me up and has been doing it since. I was in charge of nothing, except getting my resume printed.
As the snow continued to fall, as I began to empty out my car of the hastily filled boxes, a delivery truck pulled up the driveway. Flowers from Lola, with a note reminding me that I still had the light inside me to turn this around.
I guess I don't know anyone else who got a floral delivery on the day they got their ass canned - and there you have it.
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