March 31, 2019

Hermit Run Ends At 22 Days

Against all odds, on Wednesday March 27th, for the first time since I was deemed surplus to requirements by my employers, I left Pond Central.  I got into the Duckmobile, drove a few miles to my local AcceptableClips for my first haircut in over a full year.  They took 10 inch lengths of hair off!  Now every time the wind blows I shiver because there's airflow over my neck, and that hasn't happened in months.


But there must have been a reason for me to go out, right?  Right.  On Thursday, I had a job interview.  Similar to what I was doing, except now I'd be creating the bills and sending them to the insurance companies.  It went well enough, except I have no idea what the interviewer thought.  Good poker face... I mean, if I interview someone, if I'm interested it would be pretty obvious.  Here though, she could have thought I was the worst candidate ever and I'd have no idea.  

More importantly though... I finally went back to the office to pick up my waiting packages.  This was duly accomplished, but I had a very interesting conversation with my ex-direct supervisor, who we shall call "Betty" because that's not her name.  Turns out Betty was being sent to Chennai, India by the company the next morning, for a month of training classes.  No, not her being trained, but her training other people.  Specificially, new hires on how to process claims from the same client I worked with. Three states' worth of claims were going to be permanently moved overseas for processing in India... and two of the states were quite large indeed.  Suddenly, it becomes even less surprising that people were being let go.  Betty also went on to say that it was "probably a good thing" that I was let go when I was... the whole building has a black cloud hanging over it, morale has totally cratered, ain't nobody happy.  Betty was expecting a mass exodus soon, in fact.  We talked for a few more minutes about her upcoming trip, she promised to e-mail, and I came home.

I'm still not fond of the outside, though.

Formula 1 race on Sunday, from Bahrain... the Ferrari of Charles AMX-30 is on pole, would you believe?  More important, however, is that this video is so cool it's stupid-cool:
Talk more soon.

EDIT: ...and then I found this, which is perfect: y'know, hermit crabs?

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March 20, 2019

Making Progress. Kinda. I Mean, In Comparison...

It was just over two weeks ago that I was informed that my services were no longer required, desired or wanted at my job.  14 days plus a few hours.


For the first time in those two weeks, I have left Pond Central.  Okay, yes, it was to go pick up my mail so I didn't even leave the building, but I was actually outside of my home.  At 315am, practically no chance to bump into other people there.  
I'm having lunch with Ph.Duck and D.Nurse on Thursday, so I've got to get my outside on, and fast.  I need to pick up my packages from Ex-Job... I didn't think it'd be so hard to go back... I want my stuff, but my brain is really rebelling against it.  "Go back to a place that flat out told you they didn't want you anymore?  Are you mad?"

You don't have to answer that.

I also need to get a haircut.  It's about time, the last one was Easter 2018, I'm pretty sure.  Everything is ridiculously shaggy, except where it's knotted or matted together on the right side of my head... that's the side I sleep on.  Barbers, man your shavers!  

But all of those require me to go out.

Depression is a helluva thing.

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March 12, 2019

Endings And Beginnings

Last Tuesday was by all appearances just another day.  Same assignment for the day, same system difficulties we've had for weeks, same lack of neighbors around my desk... really, that last one wasn't much of a problem.  After clocking in and checking my e-mail (chair massages are on thursday!) I got right to work, popping lifesavers as I went.  It's a new habit, I guess.


After a good 90 minutes, I came up for air, stretched, swore as my saddlesores screamed, then checked e-mail again.  Hm.  E-mail from the boss, inviting me to a meeting in 15 minutes in the forward training room. Okay, just click on "accept" and... huh?  No accept?  It wasn't sent via outlook, but personal from the boss to me.  Well, isn't that interesting?   I sat and thought for a moment... perhaps it's going to be training on a new work type.  We have been struggling for claims of late, after all.  I leaned back, mulled it over in my mind, then sat up, pulled my cellphone out of the filing cabinet, followed by my car keys and my glasses.  To anybody looking at me, it just appeared I was going on break as I headed to the meeting.

I found seven or eight other people in there, as well as the boss herself.  Oh dear... she's not a trainer.  She talked for a few minutes about... nothing, really, I guess, and then said the magic words: "we've made the decision to terminate your employment with us."
Declining claim counts and a new processing system were cited as reasons.  Then the various managers, supervisors, and assistants walked in carrying boxes and bags... the contents of our desks.  I was mildly amused that while almost everybody else was being handed their stuff in shopping bags, my desk needed a large box and a large bag.  Well, when you've lived in a place for nearly four years, that kinda happens.  They helped me get my stuff to my car... when you're using canes, your ability to carry boxes is kinda truncated... wished me luck, and I was unemployed again.

I drove directly home, looked around, and decided to take a nap... and that was probably the last coherent thought I've had.  The past week has been spent doing (or not doing) things as it strikes me.  There are things I could/should be doing, but nah.  To me, it's clear that for whatever reason, losing this job has hit me harder than losing the Duck U Bookstore job.  I haven't left Pond Central since I got home that day, so about a week.  I've got packages waiting for me back at the office, things I couldn't have redirected, so plenty of reason to go out, but no.

Guess this is good news for the F1 fans left in my readership... I'll have time to follow the sport again.  First race of the season is this weekend after all... Australia.  I'm unsure if this is a good trade or not.

Time will tell... about a lot of things, actually.

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