Moving to Chicago: The Layoff

"You've got to listen to these CD's," Brent told me. So I did. Popped one in the next day at work, but I didn't get very far into it before my bosses called me into their office. Laid off. That was their message. The work well had been dry for a while. I was the only employee left to cut, and they did everything they could to keep me on as long as they could... I still appreciate their sacrifices to this day. But still. Laid off. It's one of those things you can see coming, and you can try to prepare yourself for it mentally, emotionally, financially... but you're never really prepared. Like the passing of a great-grandparent. There's that hopeful part in us that always says, "It's not going to happen. Not yet. Not now. Not to me." Laid off. Now what?!? In the mean time, I've got a few weeks at the office to tie up some loose ends. Won't be long before I have all the time in the world to listen to those CD's. Thanks Brent.