My office has been cleaned out.
The walls are bare.
My coffee cups and paperweights are sitting in a box at home.
I have one last project to finish.
And then, at 2:30 p.m. tomorrow I will be unemployed.
I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach about the entire situation.
It completely sucks.
I love my job.
Two years ago this week I received a phone call telling me that I was going to be the chosen candidate for this job. On July 16, 2007 I got the official offer. And now, two years later I am cleaning out my office and being forced out of a job I love because of budget cuts.
And it totally sucks.
Sure I've known since January that I wasn't going to have a job as of June 30th....but that doesn't make it any easier. Actually, it made it a whole lot worse. The past 6 months have pretty much sucked here at the office -- it's really difficult to come to work every day, knowing that you won't be here after a certain date. It's hard to stay positive and keep a smile on your face when in reality you really want to say, "Hey, eff you!"
But I remained positive. I smiled. I did my work. I didn't complain. And it didn't make a damn bit of difference.
I still don't have a job after tomorrow, despite several people trying EVERYTHING in their power to save my job.
And so, Wednesday morning I will be filing for unemployment (for the 2nd time in my professional life).
And it sucks.