Writer's Block: Defining moment
Apr. 19th, 2010 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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I would say it was the day I and all of my coworkers at the time lost our jobs at the insurance company we worked for. The home office sold our division, and the company that bought it out chose to move it to their own home offices.
I do look back on that, probably more than I should. I find myself sometimes thinking about the money I'd be making now if I was still working there, plus all the vacation time I'd have at my disposal. I also had darn good benefits there. As a temp, I have none of that.
I also miss the friends I made at that company. I still email one of the gals each day, and I try to keep in touch with the gal who was my best friend at the time, but it's difficult since we've all gone our separate ways.
I really miss getting off work at noon on Fridays, let me say. *grins*
Had I never lost that job, I never would have ended up working in the Ninth Level of Hell, either. However, I forged some very strong friendships there, and some of those gals comprise my beloved Hat Club.
I guess things happen for a reason, but I do still tend to look back at times and think, 'what if...?'
I would say it was the day I and all of my coworkers at the time lost our jobs at the insurance company we worked for. The home office sold our division, and the company that bought it out chose to move it to their own home offices.
I do look back on that, probably more than I should. I find myself sometimes thinking about the money I'd be making now if I was still working there, plus all the vacation time I'd have at my disposal. I also had darn good benefits there. As a temp, I have none of that.
I also miss the friends I made at that company. I still email one of the gals each day, and I try to keep in touch with the gal who was my best friend at the time, but it's difficult since we've all gone our separate ways.
I really miss getting off work at noon on Fridays, let me say. *grins*
Had I never lost that job, I never would have ended up working in the Ninth Level of Hell, either. However, I forged some very strong friendships there, and some of those gals comprise my beloved Hat Club.
I guess things happen for a reason, but I do still tend to look back at times and think, 'what if...?'