Saturday, December 13, 2008

Eulogy for my job

A couple of weeks ago I lost my job. (Don't tell my mum, she'll freak out!)

I've had my dream job at the best web design company in New Zealand for three years now. And December 31 will be my last day. Except that, as we break up for the Christmas holidays on December 19, that day will be my last. It's only a week away now. One more week of working with the best group of people you could ever hope to meet. One more week at the best job ever. One more week hanging out with folk I see as family. One more week.

Ironically enough, I saw it coming when many others didn't. It started small. The cancellation of the annual hui. The slow move from nice expensive chocolate biscuits in the kitchen to crappy cheap ones that no-one likes. A progressively smaller selection of eats at Friday night drinks. The automatic response of "sure you can" is somehow not forthcoming when you ask about going to next year's Webstock. And of course there's the workload. Because that's what it's all about in the end, isn't it?

You sit there at your desk for a couple of days thinking "Uh oh! I have no work to do today..." So you do all your filing. And then you sort all your emails into the 'completed by job' folders you set up ages ago and never seemed to have the time to fill before. And then you twiddle your thumbs a bit and make the next task last a bit longer by taking a few extra cigarette breaks and making yourself a fresh cup of coffee every 10 minutes. And then you finish that and twiddle your thumbs some more while doing online research into the latest developments and innovations in web design to keep yourself busy.

And you know.

You know the inevitable is coming.

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