So. My position has been eliminated and I've been laid off. I am now a statistic, a product of this lovely recession. I didn't cry when I was told (thank God). I actually smiled and even laughed a little. It's okay, I said, I've expected this.
It helped hearing Jason's voice in my head reminding me to ACT SURPRISED! because I wasn't supposed to know the news was coming. It gave the whole situation some much needed comic relief, even if I was the only one aware of it.
And then I was presented with a severance package and suddenly the tone changed. After nearly ten years with the company, I've been laid off. Which means, in less than ten years, I've quit twice and been laid off once. Maybe it's a sign. TO GET THE HELL OUT.
If it is, I'm ignoring it. I've decided to stay. Sure, there are things I can't wait to do with my life, things that have nothing to do with hotels or hospitality or being nice to people, but I'm not ready to make those moves. That's just fact. And I'm not going to leave a place where I feel comfortable just to look for another steady paycheck where I'm not. Feeling comfortable, being confident in knowing where I stand, knowing how to do my job, understanding the people I work with is all very important to me.
However, on the flipside, this whole experience has made it abundantly clear that now is the time to pursue an ultimate goal. I just need to figure out what that might be. Going back to school will hopefully help. Because, despite the fact that there are things I'd love to do with my life, things that would make me incredibly happy... well, I'm going to be twenty-seven in just over a month and I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Not exactly. A photographer? Sure. A baker? I'd LOVE that. Maybe a combination of the two? A food photographer? Awesome.
I can't settle on a blog design most of the time, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE A CAREER?
Also, I've learned something about myself. I'm a glass-half-full kinda girl. I didn't think I was, probably because I like to bitch and moan a lot, but I think all the bitching is my way or purging the negative. Let's face it... 2009 hasn't been the greatest year. The Husband and I have had a fairly rough time of it. I'm still picking up the pieces and trying to figure out how to make them fit again. And I've been laid off.
But things could be a hell of a lot worse. I could be divorced and jobless, with no other options available. Or, God forbid, moving back home with my mom. (Shudder.)
No, things are certainly looking up. Good to know.