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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

by antwon at 08:39 PM on May 21, 2002

Last month, I was wearing myself pretty ragged at my place of employment. What with impending deadlines looming large and a wintry economic climate to do battle against, I was staying late, chipping in a few hours on weekends, contributing to a small myriad of various projects wherever my skills could be put to use - the whole nine yards. It wasn't a particularly pleasant or especially rewarding experience, but I was doing my part as a Good Team Player. All for one and one for all, being mindful of needs of the company as a whole - you know the shtik.

So naturally, I got my sorry ass laid off. Complete with candy-coated rhetoric, of course. "It's not you - it's us. You're fine. Better than fine, even: you're a model employee, and we would totally recommend you to another company. You do good work, and we don't really want to see you go. But the company has decided to head in a different direction for the time being...." Which was true enough, I suppose: they wanted to slash the bulk of their development staff to reduce costs and help conserve the corporate coffers. Not that the rationale helped me any, though - ten months of dutiful employment, up in smoke.

So - after getting my requisite melancholy drinking binges out of the way - not having anything better to do, I embarked upon cobbling together a plan of self-improvement. I redoubled the energies towards my personal projects, planning a long-desired vacation, dieting with even more reckless abandon, lavishing more attention upon my significant other. Just generally trying to make the universe a slightly better place for myself, and especially those I hold dear.

So naturally, I got my sorry ass dumped. Complete with candy-coated rhetoric, of course. "It's not you - it's me. You're fine. Better than fine, even: you're everything I could hope for in a boyfriend, and I will totally tell all my friends what a wonderful guy you are. You're my best friend and my boyfriend, and I don't really want to see you go. But I don't think that I can stay with you for the time being...." Which was true enough, I suppose: never having dated anybody else, she wanted to see what else was out there, see what she might be missing out on. Not that the rationale helps me any, though - four-and-a-half years of relationship, up in smoke. (Four-and-a-half years! Christ, I don't think my long-term memory even goes back that far anymore.)

Yeah, that whole "karma" thing that people have espoused over the ages? Kismet, universe-wide transmigration, all that rot? I politely offer this as Counterevidence A.

I'll be out destroying stained glass windows if anybody needs me.

comments (5)

Sorry to here about the break-up 'Twon. I guess this sort of puts us in the same boat now. Only, I don't live with my parents. Hahahahaha, sucker!

by mg at May 22, 2002 12:26 AM


Ouch.

by MrBlank at May 22, 2002 9:28 AM


Ouch.

by quicksilver at May 22, 2002 10:44 AM


Ouch. Though you do live just down the street...

by snaggle at May 22, 2002 5:34 PM


I'm just kicking off my "Most Pathetic Weblogger" Anti-Bloggie campaign a little bit early this year, that's all.

Oh: I also mooch off of my parents' family business for food, gas, utilities, and Internet access. Apparently the cash-equivalent of my pride is approximately $30-40/day. Who knew?

by Antwon at May 23, 2002 3:54 PM



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