Monday, August 25, 2008

done

that's it then.

I am now unemployed. I admit I am feeling a little uncertain about the future, and I'm not really sure I know who I am right now. I'm going to need a few days to get my head around this new reality, I think.

My immediate coworkers took me out to an awesome Chinese buffet, and I got some lovely gifts and was offered some home phone numbers and big hugs from a bunch of people, including some that I don't even know very well. And my closest coworker got a little teary when he gave me my goodbye hug.

I had quite a few things to finalize today and what with going out for lunch and all, I had to push pretty hard to get everything straightened up the way I wanted before I left. So I thought I was doing really well when I looked down at my watch and saw it was only 2:30. Until I then looked at the computer and it read 3:53.

I dunno, should I be taking some sort of omen from the fact that my watch stopped working on my last day of work?

I left work an hour and a half late, but satisfied that I had completed everything on my list. Everything was finalized, looked after, put to bed. And I found the perfect touch to impart fond memories on me when I reached the urban assault vehicle. Campus parking had given me a final parting gift - a parking ticket.

Okay, it was actually a "Courtesy Parking Notice", because my parking pass was not displayed. My parking pass was not displayed because I had handed it back in to the parking office AFTER I phoned the no-tag line to let them know.

When I started up the engine, Talk Show Host started playing, and I rolled all the windows down and turned the volume up to 11 (something I only ever do with the windows closed). And I drove out of that parking lot forever, singing along with Thom in my most belligerent snarl, "You want me? Fucking well come and find me".

first trivia note of the newly renamed Lazy Unemployed Bastard Files:
- my music player categorizes Talk Show Host under showtunes

27 comments:

mister anchovy said...

It must feel strange to you, in both good and not-so-good ways to come to the end of a job. I hope it becomes a healthy and invigorating experience for you. I'm sure you'll find yourself in a situation you're really happy with sooner than you think.

mellowlee said...

Now you can move on to bigger and better things. You were meant for something special Barb!

mellowlee said...

PS I posted zombie photos, hopefully that will brighten your day XO

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

I used to hate being laid off when I was working. Good luck finding something else if that's what you want. If it was me I'd make that kid of yours get another job and maybe the husband too.












(Just kidding.)

Anonymous said...

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Westcoast Walker said...

Sounds like an exciting new chapter for you! Those in-between times can promote great frustration and personal growth (the two often go hand in hand). If you are able to afford not working for a while I hope you can take some time to chill out and reflect, though if you need another job right away I hope someone else catches on to your brilliance immediately and hires you on.

Allison said...

Would it be too cheesy to quote the Jefferson's theme song now? ;) I think you are movin' on up though.

Definitely a new chapter in your life, and it'll take a while to readjust, but the chance to try your hand at something you really want to do is a nice feeling.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Thanks for the kind thoughts, Mister A. I actually do bounce back from things pretty easily, so as long as I don't have to start feeding my family dog food, I am sure I will adjust rather quickly.

Awww, you're so sweet, Mel, thanks! I'm ready to move on, I think. Now sombody throw some bags of money at me!
LOVE your zombie photos! What dedicated zombie folks you hang with.

I'm thinking of renting out the cat for neighbourhood vermin control, Dr M. I would make a good talent agent, I think.

Sorry, I'm not on facebook, Anony. If that is, in fact, your real name.

I'm actually looking forward to having some time to get some things accomplished, Westcoast, and while some are chores that need doing, others are more along the self-improvement route. Now I just need to figure out how to get paid for exercising every day and learning to paint and play guitar.

The Jefferson's theme song is always in the best of taste, Al! You know, even if I do end up delivering newspapers, I'm starting to feel like I am ready for the change.

BeckEye said...

I think you should write to Thom to see if there's a spot in the Radiohead family for you. What's the worst that could happen? They'd send you a standard rejection letter and an autographed poster?

justrun said...

I know that must feel so strange, but part of me cannot wait to have that feeling. And I, too, will blast my stereo on the way out. Just seems right.

URBAN BLONDE said...

Welcome to my lazy ass world! I accomplished nothing today, may you aspire to such greatness!

Loved the MTM showesque pic.

Sign me up as your Cat's first client. There is a possibility we may be overrun with vermin if my neighbour doesn't pick up their crab apples soon. Grrrrrrrr!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

If that was the worst that could happen, I would be penning a letter as we speak, Beckeye. Sadly I think the worst is probably more along the lines of a restraining order. Which would be totally worth it for an autographed poster.

It was the most fitting act I could think of for the moment, Justrun, and it was strangely satisfying.

I am cursed with this Germanic work ethic, Urban, I suck miserably at doing nothing.
I am wracking my brain trying to figure out what an "MTM showesque pic" is, but admit defeat. Please elucidate, and I will send the cat over, hungry.

URBAN BLONDE said...

Mary Tyler Moore show's epic ending! Mary turns off the light switch at the end after they are all fired.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh! What a memory you have, Urban! Okay, a deal's a deal, the cat will be over shortly.

Teddy said...
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Barbara Bruederlin said...

The link doesn't seem to work for me, Teddy, sadly.
Prospectwise - I had a few nibbles, but nothing landed yet. I'll start using different bait in a few days. Why am I talking in fishing cliches?

bloody awful poetry said...

I agree with the beckeye. After all the pimping you've done for them, Radiohead owe it to you to give you an awesome job! Tour manager. Official Radiohead-water-bottle Pimper.President of Thom Yorke Appreciation Society. SUMFINK!

Teddy said...

Let's try this again...

This might be helpful, if not perhaps a triffle late.

John Mutford said...

Did you catch Coronation Street yesterday?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I can also pimp t-shirts and advise on fashion, BAP. Okay maybe I'm not the best person to be dispensing fashion advice. But you're right - they need me!

Thanks for that, Teddy, a lot of what he says makes sense, of course, and should be standard job search procedures. But some of it - keep going in to the office? - I dunno, that's just creepy.

Is that what we unemployed lazy bastards are supposed to be doing, John? I didn't get that memo and I'm not too up on my LUB protocol yet. Thanks for the heads up.

Gifted Typist said...

this present state is perfect material for a lyric. You should pen something and send it to Thom

You seem in a good headspace. I know you'll come out of this much the better for it

...but still never entirely easy

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Great idea, Gifted, I'm sure Thom is looking for a new sad bastard song.

Things are pretty good right now (at least until the bills start coming in).

Deb said...

Is a congratulations in order?

The watch stopping thing....yeah, I'd have to say that has some meaning behind it.

I'm currently job hunting, as my job will be ending soon. It's o.k....time for me to grow up and find a REAL job. At 46, I still don't know what I want to be.

I'm sure this is a bittersweet time for you...change is always exciting. But it's also hard to leave friends behind, although I'm sure you'll keep in touch.

Good luck Barb.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You too, Deb? How much longer do you have?

It's a scary time, I will admit, but a time of tremendous potential as well. I wish you nothing but the best in finding something you love.

phlegmfatale said...

They clearly were not worthy of you, my darling.

I've got career limbo waving its sweaty, hair sac in my future, too. I'm going to call it an adventure and just hope for the best. Security is kind of an illusion, anyhoo.

Thinking of you, babe.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I hope your adventures in new careerdom are brilliant and as rewarding as you deserve, Phlegmfatale. I'm thinking of you as well, and I am certain the rest of the world is just trying to figure out how to get you on their payroll.

phlegmfatale said...

*note to self - no more tipsy commenting, except for tonight!*

*ahem*
Meant to say "hairy sac", but what the hay. I think we may end up in better careers than we imagined for ourselves. May our new jobs endeavour to be worthy of us!

Here's to fab bitches for hire!