I lost my job yesterday. I was forced into resigning. As soon as I get finished with this venting I am headed off to the workforce commission to apply for unemployment insurance. My stomach is queasy and my head is fuzzy inside and it feels like a free fall.
Now is NOT the time for this! I wonder if they will miss me around the place. I left so abruptly and without talking to anyone but my immediate boss, that word probably still hasn't gotten out. My boss couldn't do anything to stop it. Texas is a "fire at will" state. They can call it whatever they want, but the worker has very little recourse. In my situation it was their word against mine and since the woman that pays the bills is mother-in-law to the man I got into the argument with, my fate was sealed. It doesn't help that the HR woman is also a good friend of the financial officer. My goose was cooked, so I went in my office, typed up a short resignation letter and fell on my sword.
It was not fun telling friends and family that I am now out of a job.
It was not fun to dig up my resume and update that thing.
Phone calls and sympathy do not make me feel better right now. There is no safety net. The unemployment insurance won't come close to paying the bills, but it is all I have right now. Already filled out two applications. I really do not want to move again.
I still have to tell my daughter. I still have to break the news to that bright and cheerful girl of mine that her dad has failed again.
I can't slice it any other way. This is a failure. A failure on my part to play the game and keep my head on a swivel for the next oncoming blow.
It feels like falling down.