Fay Off - November 19, 2008

I know I'll never be able to accurately describe the stress I was put under last week, but I'm going to try to anyway.

Fresh off the closest thing I've had thus far to the death of a parent, I was laid off on Monday (as in, lost my effing job!), and was told my last day would be Friday. I tried hard not to be completely histrionic about the whole thing, because the fact is we are living in scary times right now and there are a lot more people out there worse off than me. I probably failed miserably, but at least I tried.

So for the rest of the week I updated my resume, called recruiters, signed all the paperwork for my severance, cleaned out my office (oh yes, I was "that girl" in the elevator with her box full of junk and gossip girl poster), drank a LOT of whiskey, said my goodbyes, cut up my AmEx, turned in my blackberry, booked plane tickets for a head-clearing vacay, and accepted the fact that I was one of the unemployed. And then ...

They offered me my job back.

That's right...they offered me my job back.

And for a split second I thought Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out from behind a filing cabinet and tell me I've been Punk'd. It was like my boyfriend, who I had a completely healthy relationship with (not that I remember what that's like), had broken up with me and then wanted me back. There's no way to describe it other than "colossal mindfuck."

So now I hope you understand why I needed my little hiatus. Right now I'm busy moving back into my office, and hoping that since I'm back with my boyfriend, this won't be an abusive relationship. I'm still taking my head-clearing vacay (leaving Friday), but after that we should be back to your regularly scheduled gossip and fashion talk.

xoxo

PS - Fay Off = Faux Lay Off. Damnit I'm clever.

Posted by TheTrixie at 10:36 AM

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Ahhh bless. Hope things begin to look up.x

Posted by: Jess at November 19, 2008 02:22 PM

And here I was ready to ask when the tryouts to be your caddy on the LPGA were going to take place.

Posted by: AJ at November 19, 2008 02:34 PM

Have a wonderful vacation, Trixie. You deserve it. And make sure you come back to us--we're always here!!!

Posted by: kim skubic at November 19, 2008 09:15 PM

Holy shit.
That's the crappiest and best (simultaneously) thing I've ever heard.

So sorry about the headache of the whole situation, but glad you still have a job. :)

Posted by: Joy @ Big Time Fancy at November 20, 2008 11:12 AM

Jesus! Consider yourself lucky, you were shown a shitty situation just long enough to appreciate what you're getting back.

My only advice was to make sure you took your AmEx points with you :)

Posted by: Azizeh at November 21, 2008 01:24 AM

Maybe it was God's way of screwing with you... God has a sense of humor too you know...

Congrats on your re-employment and your vacay!!! Enjoy!!!

Posted by: Jeannette at November 21, 2008 10:39 AM

Are you back yet? Goodness, long vacay! Guess you'd need it, after that nasty time at work. Anyway, I need some cute golf attire tips! So have fun and hurry back!

Posted by: Kelsey at December 7, 2008 05:44 AM

trixie--

people with jobs are dropping around me like flies. i'm so glad you still have your job...and i wish you the very best for the holiday season. thinking of you! say hi to your sis for me at the dinner table.

Posted by: kim at December 13, 2008 11:14 PM