Well Ain't That a Kick in the Head

So there I was at work on Thursday, hopping around the office, getting stuff done, when I got a call asking if I had a moment to stop into the boss's office.

And that was that. 13.5 years of working for one company ended. 13.5 years of being in the same building M-F, 9-5+ is just not happening anymore.

We've been downsized a lot. My department alone lost over half it's staff this year so really, it could have happened to anyone. When the last deep cut happened in January, I was rattled every time the phone rang and worried. The other feeling I had was nausea. Deep, unrelenting waves of nausea that I couldn't shake.

So on Thursday when I went in, I was strangely OK with it. Finally, they had ripped the band aid off in one fell swoop and I no longer had to wonder if "today was the day." To my surprise, it was a relief. I may have gotten shaky in the voice and teary eyed, but I didn't throw up on HR's shoes. Now that's going out gracefully.