I Got Laid Off Yesterday.
No one else. Just me.
After if happened I got a slew of phone calls, some from friends and family, some from coworkers. The coworkers all thought it should have been someone else, someone worse, not me. That's easy to say when the execution is over and your neck is safe. I'm having a minor identity crisis. Who am I if not this girl? She didn't like it there, but it was home for five years. The cops came after they let me go. The graphics girl freaked out. "Have they come to escort you out?" I threw up my hands in mock surrender. "Jesus. I'll go peacefully!" But they were there for something else. Life moves on.
I woke up this morning laughing at some practical joke I dreamt I did at work. No practical joke. No work. It took a moment to set in. Hoop says it was divine intervention. Things that rhyme with divine: decline, malign, landmine. Before he lost his job some three months back, Hoop claims he'd cry out to God during traffic jams. Then he got laid off. No more traffic jams. I hate driving. So, it was sort of a cosmic joke when I got stuck with a ten-hour-a-week commute for two years. Last week I found myself crying out to God during a traffic jam. BAM! No more traffic jams. Funny how that works.
I'm not sure where I'm going to go from here. Well, other than to the Scottish games this afternoon. When life throws you lemons, you go watch men in kilts. Rest assured, I'll still be posting. We'll still have the Weekly Words Challenges. It's this thing outside of the blogosphere, real life, that's going to get a bit odd for awhile. I'd ask you to pray (or wish or hope or whatever you do) for me. But there are far more worthy causes to spend that energy on. I'll be fine. And that girl inside, the one who doesn't know who she is anymore? She'll find a new identity soon. I promise you she will.