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I knew it was coming. The writing was on the wall for a few weeks. Other people had already fallen victim before it happened to me. It was the talk of the office whenever two people interacted. “Did it happen to you yet?” “Yeah I just got the call yesterday. Really not looking forward to telling the wife.” And then silence takes over as two people sit and question why they all of a sudden have found themselves a part-time employee, surviving off of ham and cheese sandwiches until further notice. My entire office (save a few critical employees) is on full or partial furlough.
At the moment, I am still working through my feelings about this. I certainly have plenty of time to think about it seeing as there is almost zero billable hours on my schedule and I have been reduced to 32 hours each week for the time being. Why is this happening? I thought the economy was fucking booming? Oil prices are rising which means your boy should be busy. Are those fuckers in charge of Business Development not shaking enough hands or kissing enough babies? I’ve been through a couple big lulls with this company but nothing this extended or with such a lack of potential projects on the horizon. As someone who has been laid off once before, a month after getting married and starting a new life with my new bride, layoffs fucking terrify me. It’s a feeling of hopelessness that I don’t wish on anyone.
On the one hand, I have a floating day off that I can choose to take off whenever I want during the week. The courses are starting to green up a little bit, so maybe I should see this as an opportunity to work on my golf game. With an extra day off I can get some more sleep, clean the house, get my lawn in better shape, and just catch up on the things I never seem stay ahead of. Having a day off during the week is huge for personal goals and productivity. Lord knows I haven’t taken a vacation since last year, so maybe this is a blessing in disguise. And hey, at least I didn’t get laid off completely, right?
The Mrs. and I can make it work with me on 80% of my normal income, thankfully. There are going to have to be some things that get cut out. No more unlimited carwash memberships. I’ll have to cut back on splurging on the “good” beer whenever we have people over. Maybe the Mrs. and I will start carpooling more and we will definitely have to eat out less on the weekends. But what if they cut more hours? I mean, it isn’t out of the question. That would be trouble. Especially with wedding season on the horizon. How the hell can we afford the FIVE (5) weddings we have this year? Including two bachelor parties I’ve already purchased hotels and airfare for. What is a guy to do in New Orleans for 3 days? Live off of Popeye’s and continental breakfast? Great, it will be a trip New Orleans where I do nothing but gorge myself on spicy tenders that will put us behind on our mortgage. That’s perfect.
Even with the loss of income looming over my head, it is almost May and the snow is finally all gone so I can’t be that angry about having Friday’s off. It looks like your boy may be contacting your local LinkedIn recruiter with an updated resume here shortly, but I am going to keep things positive. I’m sure if I was deadweight these guys would have dropped me when things got shaky a month and a half ago but it never hurts to have a backup plan just in case. I’ll take my long weekends for now re-evaluate when I have to start buying Wonder Bread again. We all bitch about our jobs but in the end it should not be something we take for granted. It’s hard to see it when we are drowning in a task list, looming deadlines, and difficult clients, but I’ve said it before, being busy is much better than the alternative..