Break ranks. Not book related. I was fired this week. F-I-R-E-D, people. FIRED.
I lost my job.
I am unemployed.
I am part of the collective dis-en-work-ized.
This is all about me. I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR YOUR PROBLEMS!
I AM NO LONGER A LIBRARIAN.
Wait. That's not true. They can't take that away from me. Hear that, people? Listening?
I AM A LIBRARIAN!
I am. I really am. I have a degree.
The True, The Proud, The Librarians
And I have been wronged, people. Wronged. It is unfair and it is WRONG. Say what you will, try to justify it but there are ways you treat people and there are ways you don't. And this is a don't.
And, so, it begins: the 5 stages of grief.
Day one: Denial.
WTF? Really? Me? WTF?
YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! YOU ARE KIDDING ME!
Day two: Anger.
F*ck you, man! WTF?
SUCK IT!
Day three: Break from Dr. Kübler-Ross
GORGE ON REALLY FATTENING BURGER AND FRIES.
Emotional range: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! YOU ARE KIDDING ME! SUCK IT! Fat tastes good. WTF?
Health: Nauseated.
This pretty much brings you up to speed. The guillotine has hardly cooled and I have not yet picked up my things: the box(es) of things which, belonging to me, have been gathered and will be waiting for me to show up and collect.
I am angry, sad and looking ahead, all at the same time. Over the next few days I'll be working on my resume, checking out my options and considering what career path is best suited to both my incredibly diverse talents and the economic environment.
An interesting situation, this. How will I proceed? What steps will I take? It's all so fascinating, I don't know where to begin. I am enthralled. And, by enthralled, I mean pissed off, hurt and more than a bit sad.
And pissed off.
Dammit.
