Lost my job today, and a bird just shit on my laptop. Ya, I’ve had better days.
Honestly, I knew this was coming for a long time. I feel like I’ve been dodging bullets at work for years as the layoffs kept coming and I watched dozens of my friends vanish from the office. It feels a bit odd knowing that right now those IMs and emails are flying around as office gossip spreads the list of the most recent victims. My phone has been buzzing with well wishes and expressions of disbelief from friends. I’ve already broken the news to my wife and mother, and now I’m sitting poolside with a beer and a smile wondering what’s next.
I still consider myself a very lucky man. I have an amazing, passionate wife whom I love very much. I’m blessed with three incredible kids, and am fortunate enough to have a great circle of friends. I’m a graphic designer by trade, and I have a decent client base to get me by. Having worked at the paper for over 9 years, I got a half-decent severance package. That being said, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. Fear can be a great motivator, so they say.
My attitude now is one where I’m hoping to become one of those success stories that begins something like… “On November 20th, 2013, Chris lost his job as an Art Director for the Sun Sentinel at the age of 43.” But first I need to clean the rest of this bird shit off of my keyboard.
Footnote to potential employers: The portfolio is still a work in progress.