I waited for ohmeohmy to say something first. Now that she has, the confirmed rumour is that we will indeed be laid off tomorrow. The catch is how long they will keep us on to train Canadian work monkeys and what kind of dosh we’ll get.
I will be lighting candles tonight for the best possible outcome tomorrow. I am at once relieved that I can finally get off this nightmarish merry-go-round, but am unusually anxious, and have been since layoffs were announced two weeks ago.
It used to be that I experienced stress and anxiety differently. A pint of ice cream and I was good to go. Now it is as if someone injected me with a meth/crack speedball and I want to hurl. Very peculiar, I also want to go to sleep. Need to breathe and do yoga like things. And drink whiskey.
Six years is a long time. I think we will be ok.
p.s. I stole the image above from an online shop hawking the “Invader Zim Doom Triple Woven Jacquard Throw Blanket.” If I weren’t getting canned I would so buy this.