Getting laid off sucks. That’s obvious.
You could feel it in the air (and read it on the Yahoo boards) and you could tell something was weird.
So, I get laid off at 2:30 and had to hesitate not to twitter it as fast as I could…must-tell-husband-first: so I txt him. My Twitter access is denied through the work servers already…ah grasshopper, have you not heard of The BlackBerry? Send a quick text via my “just” downloaded app: TinyTwitter (love it btw)-
“Just laid off. Same handle @gmail.com. Need break, lunch and afternoon date tomorrow…anyone??”
Husband calls as I am throwing my stuff in one of 3 bags as quick as I could while my phone is going off from all the Twitters & DM from friends. It’s good to have friends…regardless if I only know them by their Twitter handle. He says “are you $hitting me?”. Nope, gotogo…packing & I still need to let some people know via email.
I am on my knees franticllay sending emails & a few Skypes to my contacts at Intel, Lithium and others before that ability is turned off too.
I am done…printed off what I had created (simple strategy stuff-no high level secrets…like there are any) and I and another gal from Marketing head out.
They have 3 people at our check out gate taking the paperwork, our badges and checking our bags…so at this point you know it is not just the 3 or 4 others that I saw on the way out too. They obviously didn’t read the post by @GuyKawasaki titled The Art of the Layoff. I sat in my truck for an hour replying to the Tweets of concern & encouragement…thank you everyone! Ironically, a gal from Denver that I just started following on Twitter & seems incredibally talented was let go earlier in the day. I consoled her through DM’s & felt the same pain, anger & fear she did just hours later.
How can you not feel good though with Tweets like this…(of course it is in “Twitter read”=read from bottom to top).
As I was heading out of the parking lot at 4:30, I got my first job offer. I have other possibilities too, but I am working all angles as fast and as efficiently as I can. Honestly, I don’t know if I want to be a consultant…the taxes just stress the crap out of me! I have so many ideas of where I could help different organizations, so I am going to be out there blatently pitching them my ideas & I will go from there…so look out, my ideas are a-coming!
You can follow me and my job hunting follies at #jensSearch at Twemes
I have already been to the Unemployment Office and told my husband that I will have a gig by Friday. Cross my fingers.