"I'm sorry, I heard about the bad news today..."

Last night Joel called me at home, out of the blue. After a length explanation, it was revealed that our contract was no more. The company was going out of buisness, Customer Service was closing down. They were going to do their best to send everyone to different contracts, so I'm not out of a job, but that doesn't stop the feeling that's eating away at me right now. I feel like I've lost my family. Almost a year I've been there, one of the first, one of the originals, and even though we teased, we all had hope for the product. Now...poof, gone.

I went in today to test for another contract, but I don't think I did good enough. We all packed our things, anticipating the end of the week. I took pictures, we all talked about the end, trying to smile but all knowing that we felt a little emptier inside because of it. We traded contact information, wrote sappy emails, and wondered what was going to happen to all of us after it was all said and done.

Then we all received a kick in the teeth.

One of our coworkers who has an LJ posted about the news, and used the company's name. They found it, and fired her. Fired her right there after we'd already received the blow of losing our contract.

Talk about a low blow.

When I left with Ruth today, a giant box of my cube decorations in the back of her truck, I honestly felt this weight pressing down on me as everything I'd been involved in for the past year crumbled.

God.
It can never last, can it?

Merry fucking Christmas.