No Goodbyes For You

The Soup Nazi from Seinfeld must be somewhere in my brain.  

An entire week has elapsed since my last post on my other blog related to my having been laid off from a job I often professed to hate.

I guess it was, for me, like a relationship that you've "settled into" but were never thrilled with.  

I accepted the job in 2014 knowing that it was a full $2/hr less than I wanted to accept for any job.  The two increases I received never even got within $1/hr of my earlier target.

Why did I assume there would be raises?  Why did I think I could prove myself worthy?

Why, for that matter, did I even think anyone would miss me when I was gone?  They're obviously still in business.  And in the Saint Louis office, there were ten.  And now there are nine.

I hate to say it, but the "walk of shame" - where the boss gives you your immediate notice of termination, and the second in command helps you gather your personal stuff and get it to your car - isn't really all that much nicer with a hug and a kind word from each of them.

Not that they didn't try to make it less awful.  I know they did.

I keep wondering, in retrospect, who was watching out the upstairs window(s) as the Ops Mgr and I were putting my bin in the trunk of my old car.  

I did know who was already in the office that morning.  It was my job to know that for the first 45 minutes of Wednesday, January 25, 2017.

I understand that both the VP and Ops Mgr were trying to do things "BY THE BOOK" since they knew my husband had been a supervisor more than once, and since they might have worried about my husband's tendency to reach out and express opinions.

I won't stalk anyone.  My husband is done writing emails related to jobs held by either of us.  Trust me on this, please.

So sorry I didn't get to hug or say nice things to any of the other seven folks still working there.  I know it wasn't any of your fault.  

I'm glad you all still have your job and most importantly, your health insurance.  Mine ends in 19 days.

Meanwhile in my twisted little brain, a New York man with an accent keeps repeating... 

NO GOODBYES FOR YOU!