Being Laid Off Draws a Hard Vacuum

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I was laid off yesterday. It was explained to me that the move was part of a "corporate restructuring". The company where I'd worked for the last sixteen years now has a bright new CEO whom I like a lot, based on very little data. He's planning to move ahead in major new directions, moving pieces around on the board, cleaning out a little bit of dead wood, retargeting their resources. Evidently they felt I was looking a little well seasoned — and probably overpaid. I could argue they were absolutely wrong and insane to let someone of my calibre go, but that would be a supremely self-serving thing to do, wouldn't it?

I have to say that after walking a couple of miles from the office in the hot Seattle afternoon I found it pretty easy to get over being hurt and deeply pissed off. In fact, I saw, this might be one of the best things to happen to me in a long time, career-wise. To be honest (and I always try to be), I had been getting a little sedentary in my old job. Not in the ways that would lead to me actually being redundant or a suitable candidate for a layoff, mind you. But I had been resting on laurels in my own mind. I found myself dreading each day whacking away at the same old problems, no matter how comfortable and familiar they'd become.

Today I set my course upon a new, hopefully happy trail. I'm hoping I'll find a way to pay my bills long before I have to start having to dip into my retirement savings to do so. We'll have to see how that turns out.