I think that if Big!Boss thought it was important enough to tell us all about, then it's more likely than not that we'll be bought.
I think it is a good sign that Big!Boss told you what was happening. It shows an intention to do the right thing. LOTS of organizations would not give any advanced warning at all. So here's hoping for a nice chunk of severance coin, followed by a bit of wonderful time off, and then exciting new employment where you are valued and surrounded by competent fun coworkers.
Still immersed in an overwhelming bunch of stress here. Coming at us from all directions. We really need to get past some of this.
Steph, I always see medical editing jobs advertised, which i'm sure you could do. I've subscribed to a freelance writing jobs daily alert, too, and there are always a lot of jobs (although, to be fair, some are short-term gigs). If you want the email for it, just let me know.
I would love it, actually. Thanks!
I think it is a good sign that Big!Boss told you what was happening. It shows an intention to do the right thing. LOTS of organizations would not give any advanced warning at all.
I absolutely believe that. I have a whole lot of feelings today, many of which are conflicting, but one of them is that I appreciate the advance notice, because he definitely didn't have to let us know what might happen. (Other feelings include: blind panic, rage, and a little bit of relief.)
New rule for the next hour until H gets back: if G wants to continue to watch TV he has to do so laying down because he is an overtired, cranky mess at the moment.
Steph, much job~ma for you, however things turn out.
G just told me that dinosaurs lived in the 1950s.
According to xkcd, dinosaurs live RIGHT NOW! In fact, I got a backyard full of them and they are chatting up a storm.
Meetup has suggested I join a group called Creative Soapmaking and Cocktails. Honestly. The soap would totally ruin the cocktail. And vice versa, I'm sure.
Duh. That's what makes it
creative.
I was thinking that it's probably better to finish the cooking-with-lye part of the soapmaking before you start swilling the cocktails, but other than that it sounds fun.
Cook-lye and cock-tail sound too much alike when I'm drunk.
So I locked my office and headed downstairs to walk home. Then I see a large number of police cars blocking all the streets. I walk 4 blocks to my route and ask the officer if I can walk home. No m'am, there is a man with an assault rifle in the area. Seek shelter. So since I can't get back in my office now I am hanging out in the bank lobby.
And Bobby at home with my office key and car can't leave of course.
Also, yikes!
