Kicked In The Can

I got canned yesterday.

Not exactly Dooced, as in being fired for talking about your job on your website, but I'd like to claim that I was Dooced just the same just so that maybe I can garner the same fame and fortune as Dooce has.

It's a thought.

So, I got canned for taking a vacation. Of course, that's not what they told me when they handed me the paper, but that's the truth of it. There is no other explanation, despite their proclamation that I "wasn't a good fit", whatever that means. They couldn't give me specifics or examples. Just a lot of platitudes and generalized statements, which, of course, could mean just about anything under the sun, including perhaps that I don't wipe my bum properly, or maybe because my sweater had a bit too much lint on it for their liking. Oh, I know what it must have been. The cream cheese in-between my two front teeth after having lox and cream cheese on a bagel for lunch on Monday.

Either way, I'm unemployed again, and am trying hard not to feel too badly about it, because that would just be the wrong thing to do, for so many reasons. First off, I hated the job. No, not the job. I hated the place of employment. There, I've said it. They were by far the worst employer I have ever had the displeasure of working for. Totally disorganized, saying one thing and doing something completely different, giving their employees unfathomable amounts of work, and expecting the world, but giving nothing in return. No matter which way I looked at it, and no matter how often I tried to convince myself that this was a great place to work, it obviously was anything but that, and now I can just accept it and start moving on. I guess it helps that I doubled my dose of anti-depressants recently, and am now on a dosage large enough to quell even the fear of a largish depressed elephant.

All in all, I'm glad to be out of there, but it would have been nice had it been my choice. As well, it would have been nice if they had treated me with the respect I had given them from the start, and were upfront with me. I don't ask a lot.

Anyway, it's back to the drawing board for me. Back to trying to find a job, any job, to make some money while I look for something that actually appeals to me. Quite depressing, I suppose, except that I can't deny that I feel a certain freedom from not having to get up in the morning knowing I have to yet again go into that hell hole of despair they call an office. And, I will admit that I am smiling a little inside because there is still some summertime left, and maybe I'll actually get to spend some of it with my kids before they're off to school again next month.

Updates will certainly follow. Stay tuned!