I'm just in tears now.
Even though I'm not technically working Fridays, I always get Friday morning phone calls from the office. This last one* just prevented me from canceling my newegg order and buying something through amazon. So now I'm spending $20 to get a card expedited for delivery Monday, two days after I need it. Meanwhile, my crappy computer is still making me crazy and preventing me from doing my job.
I just hate my life right now. Every last bit of it.
I want to go home, but I don't know where that is.
* Or maybe it happened during the call that immediately followed it, in which Paul was yelling at me and calling me irrational for wanting to cancel my order and buy something from Amazon for delivery Saturday. I may be at the end of my rope right now, but there really wasn't anything irrational about that decision, so wtf?
Oh, hell. My boss just called to tell me that I'm on indepedent contractor basis.
Which means I'm no longer on payroll and I no longer have health insurance (not that I was able to use it much down here anyway).
Which means I either have to accept random payment for random projects (with unemployment), or get another job.
I don't want to ask if this day could get any worse, because I'm sure that it could.
I would like to stop crying now, please.
I have never felt more alone in my life.
In other news, I DID get my Sunday paper today. Ha! Take THAT, Universe!
Hey, I take small victories where I can.
Whee, 14 years at a company, and I am effectively laid off, effective Monday.
I don't think I'm going to go the Independent Contractor route. Too many headaches for too little pay.
I feel terrible for my boss. He's like family to me. I don't know how he'll pull this together without me, or even fulfill client obligations.
I guess I should worry more about me and less about the guy who just laid me off, but whatever.
Paul says ths is G-d's way of saying I should go back to school. He's got a good point.
If we can downsize a bit, UF is a great school, and cheap for residents.
Choosing a major would take a great deal of thought.
(I still don't know what to be when I grow up.)
Jooc, what do you think I'd be good at?