Closing time
Sep. 30th, 2005 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularSo, today is my last day at the pharmaceutical company.
Seven months, give or take; not a bad run, from the perspective of the last three years. And it's not like I just got up and fired; they were telling me for over a month that it looked like my assignment would end today. Money issues. They're merging with another company. That sort of thing.
So, this afternoon I walk away and never come back. Monday, I rejoin the numbers of the unemployed. (Or, more precisely, those the Labor Department doesn't count as either employed or unemployed.)
There is a bright side, though; with my shiny new metaphorical bar card, I have that extra bit of leverage in getting a job as a lawyer in New York.
Still, leaving a job, even on good terms, leads to a state of melancholy.
Seven months, give or take; not a bad run, from the perspective of the last three years. And it's not like I just got up and fired; they were telling me for over a month that it looked like my assignment would end today. Money issues. They're merging with another company. That sort of thing.
So, this afternoon I walk away and never come back. Monday, I rejoin the numbers of the unemployed. (Or, more precisely, those the Labor Department doesn't count as either employed or unemployed.)
There is a bright side, though; with my shiny new metaphorical bar card, I have that extra bit of leverage in getting a job as a lawyer in New York.
Still, leaving a job, even on good terms, leads to a state of melancholy.
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Date: 2005-09-30 03:36 pm (UTC)