That is some effed up shit, ita. May you land in the most fabulous job 5 minutes from your house.
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm sorry, ita.
ita, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry about the skimpy severance, too.
I'm sorry, ita. What a lousy start to the week. I hope you get another, less stressful job soon, preferably with coworkers who can read a calendar.
Oh, ita, that sucks. I'm so sorry.
Holy crap! I am so sorry, ita, but I am wishes you a headache free job search...literally.
Aw, crap and fucking A, ita. Now I'm all pissed at the universe. Not Fair. Maybe it'll turn out that the building you were in was toxic and was the source of your migraines and once you are out of there for a while they'll go away? OK, that's just stupid optimism, but I'm hoping that some good will come out of this transition, and sooner rather than later.
I'm not hugging. I'm shaking my fist at the sky.
May you slay your new employers with your wit and charm and not your pinky.
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Ooh, I like Nora's idea! At the very least, your next job will have a higher percentage who show up for meetings and/or tell you they can't make it ahead of time.
Sorry to hear such shitty news, ita. Hope you get a much better, more happy-making job very soon.