. . .
It's not as though I wasn't aware of the possibility. It was clear that the company was not doing well and it had laid off other people. But . . . I'm an optimist.
I mean, I'm not in any immediate danger of starving to death. I have a year's worth of salary in the bank and I qualify for unemployment from having worked there for over five years. Also, the company's financial problems had prolonged a hiring/promotions freeze for so long (and forced us to keep doing twice as much work every year because every time anyone left the company there would be no replacements hired or pay raises for those of us who took over their duties) that it was becoming just plain stupid of me to put up with the job and being laid off was probably the only thing that could give me sufficient motivation to endure the necessary interview process to get a different one. Only . . . I've never been unemployed while not living with my parents before. And being unemployed while living with my parents after graduating from college lasted nine months and was really really really horribly unpleasant.
But I'm stuck with it.
The person who told me (the vice president of the company) said that I seemed to be taking it well. I suppose she meant that I just sat there looking stunned instead of screaming at her, cursing her, crying, begging her to change her mind, or whatever else. That's because, see, when people do horrible things to me, I don't believe in giving them the satisfaction of a visible reaction.
At least they waited until after my birthday.