It occurs to me that I ought to be more upset about this. After some twenty+ years of steady employment (counting part-time library work in my teens), I'm going to be unemployed for the first time in my life, with a wife, child, and another unknown and unnamed little rugrat in China waiting for us to pick her up. All great pressures, yet I'm sleeping better than I have in months.
Well, one reason is that I've been thuroughly sick of my job for quite some time, and I'm not shedding tears about finally getting out of there, whether or not it was by my own choice. For another, I realized that all things considered this is a minor trouble. Consider, in the past two years I've:
Seen my father die a slow and painful death in the hospital from cancer.
Seen my mother has a nervous breakdown and be committed briefly to a psych ward.
Go through a painful, fruitless and expensive round of artificial insemminations to try and have a second child naturally.
Paper chase for China Girl, a complex and many months long process.
Compared to all that, losing my job and getting three months severance in the bargain is nothing</>.
Well, one reason is that I've been thuroughly sick of my job for quite some time, and I'm not shedding tears about finally getting out of there, whether or not it was by my own choice. For another, I realized that all things considered this is a minor trouble. Consider, in the past two years I've:
Seen my father die a slow and painful death in the hospital from cancer.
Seen my mother has a nervous breakdown and be committed briefly to a psych ward.
Go through a painful, fruitless and expensive round of artificial insemminations to try and have a second child naturally.
Paper chase for China Girl, a complex and many months long process.
Compared to all that, losing my job and getting three months severance in the bargain is nothing</>.