...although I would have preferred later.
So...this is how it ends -- a victim of an economic downturn. Should I rant and rave? Probably not. Accept my fate as a matter of circumstance? Sounds reasonable. Get depressed about it and boohoo into a perfectly good alcoholic beverage? Absolutely not. Write a diary and vent? You're damn skippy. :)
Here's to having to re-enter the job market -- and not by choice.
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I got the notice just before I walked out the door on the 31st.
"You have (unfortunately) been preselected for an involuntary manpower reduction, forced upon the company by a depressed economy and higher-than-normal fuel prices." Not even the benefit of a kiss and a reach-around. Nada.
This is bullshit. And they know it. This is me losing my job as the result of someone else's crappy foresight and poor economic planning. Nothing more -- nothing less.
I work in the airline industry. I will be officially unemployed at the middle of the month. No insurance. No income. Oh, what fun.
And whom do I have to thank for this economic miscarriage that has cost me and my family over half of our yearly income? Bush? Cheney? John McCain? Big Oil? Upper Management?
I dare say all of the above (and maybe others that I haven't mentioned.) I am now offically a statisctic -- any one of tens of thousands of American workers that have lost or will lose their jobs due to all of the aforementioned reasons. Thank You, Republican Party. Thank You, George Bush.
I will be thanking you for real in November, when I stand in line, and kick your party's 'designated heir' in the ass and send him back to Sedona. Him and his 'trophy' wife (I'm being nice here, but barely).
If you are employed...feel fortunate. The environment that I work in is still way too unstable. Maybe a few more airlines will have to fail before things straighten out -- it's hard to tell at this point in the game.
All I care about is this...go Obama. You have my vote, and my hope for a better country.