On Tuesday, when I got the meeting invite I knew, with a sinking sort of feeling, was the meeting where I was going to be laid off, I texted Kuri and told her that Covid be dammed, I needed a hug. She arrived with hugs and poured rather a lot of beer into me.
Yesterday, when I texted a friend to ask about how to file for unemployment insurance, she both answered me and showed up with more beer and a small dog to sit in my lap and cuddle.
I am fortunate. I have enough money between the little bit of top up my work is giving me and employment insurance and my own savings, that as long as I’m frugal and either back to work at my employer or I have found another job, I will be ok for three months. (After three months it gets way harder).
I had started teaching myself python and Tableau before I was unemployed. I’ll carry on with that, and maybe go and find some undergrad statistics classes before I go and take a grad stats class.
I’ll weed and maybe visit with friends where is safe. I’ll build a catio and restain my deck and finally build a garden bench. I might clean the basement. I’ll read Focault, who is my summer reading project anyway.
I’ll keep plugging away on finding a job, knowing my employer is plugging away on finding a way to get me billable again.
And come what may, I’ll breathe through the next little bit. I have friends.
(And to the many of you who reached out, thank you. It will take me a bit to get through the awfulness of the last little bit.)