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It's true. Not just a bid to get your attention.
At 6:38 (or so) this morning, my boss, G, stuck her head around my cubicle opening and said "I have some bad news".
I seriously thought she was going to tell me that one of her relatives had died and so she had to leave for the funeral right away and wouldn't be around for the rest of the week.
I am so naive.
In fact my boss's boss, C, decided that - due to there being NOTHING for me (or the other guy) to do already, and due to the expected influx of work being pushed back by two months or more - my contract (and his) would be terminated two months early.
With five days notice.
Which, at the time, had me questioning the legality of her decision.
It is, in fact, perfectly legal to ditch the hired help with no notice what-so-ever, though, so I'll take the five days and the salary, thank you very much.
Anyway.
After about an two and a half hours (Seriously) of sitting there in shock going 'ackackack, but we have bills' and sending frantic e-mails to my Support System (that being Ami_B, Idioglossia and Amanda who are all totally well-versed in Gub'ment dumb-assery), I got on the phone to (A) Paul, who had - as predicted - just gotten up (he was in the kitchen, getting breakfast, when I called), to let him know the situation, and then (B) called my agency rep, D, and had the following conversation (abridged):
Me: I just got fired.
D: Wha--?
Me: They ran out of stuff for me to do.
D: Ah.
Me: My last day is Friday. Is that even legal?
D: Oo. 'Fraid so.
Me:motherfuckinghell That's so inconvenient. But to get to my point, I need a job starting Monday. What have you got?
D: Uh... <*checks files*> Found one! It starts before Monday.
Me: Oh. Er...
D: You did mention that they ran out of stuff for you to do...
Me: Good point. I'll check and see if I can leave earlier than that. I'll send you my resume tonight, okay?
D: Coo. Ta.
Me: Bye.
And that was the conversation, more or less.
So, basically, this isn't (probably - assuming that this other job works out just fine) the earth-shattering horror story that it started out as this morning at o-god o'clock.
Thank goodness.
None the less, I am totally taking Idioglossia's advice and eating mint-chocolate-chip ice cream (and chocolate mount doom cake!) for dinner. Or something. (I'm not sure the ice-cream counts as dinner given that I've already eaten it and it's before 5pm).
Anyway. I've sent off my updated resume to D, and sent my work e-mail a copy so that I can hunt around the internal competitions for stuff that might work out for me. :-) Here's hoping it does. :-)
I think I will also watch a silly movie - such as Josie and the Pussycats - tonight, and generally just lie around like broccoli. :-)
As a side-note, there's something strangely endearing about the phrase "chin up". I'm not sure what it is. Possibly the charming, 1820s- (or 1920s-, either way) -esque flavour of the phrase. It makes me think of chaps riding bicycles getting bummed out over girls with their hair in waves. Or, conversely, Paul Perks. Either way. ;-) I find it actually works to cheer me up. :-)
In other news: I've written a teeny, tiny, microscopic bit more (277 words) of the BDSM story.
Baby steps are still steps, right? ;-) I may write a little more before I go downstairs again. :-)
In still other news: Louis' T-party was fantastic. Even though I didn't stay for very long due to the wake-up time the next morning, it was still quite wonderful. I got to meet his boooooooooooyfriiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeend. :-) Hee. :-)
And I got too see Torrain[1] and TheWeaselKing (I'd oft wondered which John she'd married and I was not at all surprised when I found out. Overjoyed, in fact. :-) [2]
And on that perfectly happy note, I'm off to write/veg/something. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] I swear, she just gets prettier... Every time I see her... :-)
[2] And they're still doing that cute-as-hell giggly thing that you do during the first year of your marriage[3].
[3] Because, at a whopping year-and-a-half, I'm clearly an Old Married Person, and can go 'aw' at the young whipper-snappers around these parts. ;-)
At 6:38 (or so) this morning, my boss, G, stuck her head around my cubicle opening and said "I have some bad news".
I seriously thought she was going to tell me that one of her relatives had died and so she had to leave for the funeral right away and wouldn't be around for the rest of the week.
I am so naive.
In fact my boss's boss, C, decided that - due to there being NOTHING for me (or the other guy) to do already, and due to the expected influx of work being pushed back by two months or more - my contract (and his) would be terminated two months early.
With five days notice.
Which, at the time, had me questioning the legality of her decision.
It is, in fact, perfectly legal to ditch the hired help with no notice what-so-ever, though, so I'll take the five days and the salary, thank you very much.
Anyway.
After about an two and a half hours (Seriously) of sitting there in shock going 'ackackack, but we have bills' and sending frantic e-mails to my Support System (that being Ami_B, Idioglossia and Amanda who are all totally well-versed in Gub'ment dumb-assery), I got on the phone to (A) Paul, who had - as predicted - just gotten up (he was in the kitchen, getting breakfast, when I called), to let him know the situation, and then (B) called my agency rep, D, and had the following conversation (abridged):
Me: I just got fired.
D: Wha--?
Me: They ran out of stuff for me to do.
D: Ah.
Me: My last day is Friday. Is that even legal?
D: Oo. 'Fraid so.
Me:
D: Uh... <*checks files*> Found one! It starts before Monday.
Me: Oh. Er...
D: You did mention that they ran out of stuff for you to do...
Me: Good point. I'll check and see if I can leave earlier than that. I'll send you my resume tonight, okay?
D: Coo. Ta.
Me: Bye.
And that was the conversation, more or less.
So, basically, this isn't (probably - assuming that this other job works out just fine) the earth-shattering horror story that it started out as this morning at o-god o'clock.
Thank goodness.
None the less, I am totally taking Idioglossia's advice and eating mint-chocolate-chip ice cream (and chocolate mount doom cake!) for dinner. Or something. (I'm not sure the ice-cream counts as dinner given that I've already eaten it and it's before 5pm).
Anyway. I've sent off my updated resume to D, and sent my work e-mail a copy so that I can hunt around the internal competitions for stuff that might work out for me. :-) Here's hoping it does. :-)
I think I will also watch a silly movie - such as Josie and the Pussycats - tonight, and generally just lie around like broccoli. :-)
As a side-note, there's something strangely endearing about the phrase "chin up". I'm not sure what it is. Possibly the charming, 1820s- (or 1920s-, either way) -esque flavour of the phrase. It makes me think of chaps riding bicycles getting bummed out over girls with their hair in waves. Or, conversely, Paul Perks. Either way. ;-) I find it actually works to cheer me up. :-)
In other news: I've written a teeny, tiny, microscopic bit more (277 words) of the BDSM story.
Baby steps are still steps, right? ;-) I may write a little more before I go downstairs again. :-)
In still other news: Louis' T-party was fantastic. Even though I didn't stay for very long due to the wake-up time the next morning, it was still quite wonderful. I got to meet his boooooooooooyfriiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeend. :-) Hee. :-)
And I got too see Torrain[1] and TheWeaselKing (I'd oft wondered which John she'd married and I was not at all surprised when I found out. Overjoyed, in fact. :-) [2]
And on that perfectly happy note, I'm off to write/veg/something. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] I swear, she just gets prettier... Every time I see her... :-)
[2] And they're still doing that cute-as-hell giggly thing that you do during the first year of your marriage[3].
[3] Because, at a whopping year-and-a-half, I'm clearly an Old Married Person, and can go 'aw' at the young whipper-snappers around these parts. ;-)
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