The New Scrawl

I just got laid off*. Again. If I were a Scottish-born senior citizen, you could call me Sean Cannery. That's what global recessions do.

But as layoffs go, I must say, there have been worse. The package was pretty decent. Not only that, but I start another 3-month contract this afternoon. I get to work from home or anywhere else much of the time, the people are interesting and the cause is a good one. More on that soon.

So not only do I get paid for a while, but I am working and getting paid on top of that already, I might get an even better-paying job out of it at the end, and if that doesn't work out, I still get unemployment if nothing happens. Good deal, I say.

Still, I regret not being in the industry. I am, or will soon enough be, at a real crossroads. I could try to get back into the industry, or I could see myself making a whole new career here. It's quite possible. But I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

*The cancer comparison is creepy now that I look back at that entry.