We Really Don't Need You After All.....

Last week Andy received notice that his final date at work has been moved up by nearly two months--May 9.

Granted, I'm not sure how Emily Post would have written the "Thank you for staying on to help us outsource your job" letter, but having never worked anywhere for 18 years (OK, I was still in college 18 years ago), I guess I assumed that a company would applaud my loyalty, be sorry to see me go, and yes, shed a tear or two if I had spent the last 18 years with them and now, for financial reasons, they needed to end our relationship. But Andy's letter didn't even merit a "Dear" before his name. I guess corporations can't get emotionally involved, but if it had been me, some tiny part of me would have been expecting flowers. Optimists are rarely troubled by reality...

What it does mean, however, is that our 90-day version of the "Can't Buy Anything New" program has jumped up by two months, which means it will encompass Andy's birthday but not mine. That doesn't seem exactly fair, but I'm not sure to whom. It seems crazy to be trying it for a longer period of time, but it's easier to lose your job and income when you're making a bit of a game of it, don't you think? I'll bet Mary Poppins would have if she had been around for corporate downsizing, though she'd probably get smacked with that umbrella of hers by a disgruntled employee who didn't find a cheery singing nanny at all helpful after losing his job of 18 years....

And now I'm off to perform a dance routine with chimney sweeps.....or is it the gas man since we have a gas fireplace....?

Just a spoonful of sugar helps the job loss go down....