In case you're wondering, I was laid off earlier today. The mortgage industry is having a pretty bad year, although my now former-employer seemed to make strange choices when it came to picking out the folks they canned. Hint: I was the only writer in Marketing, yet they retained all three designers and canned the better web designer.
While I wasn't the only one, I found it creepy that everyone I knew who was laid off were some of the oldest people in their department (if not the oldest). Is it time to play Age Discrimination Lawsuit?
It wasn't that painless, except that my boss looked as if she were going to burst into tears for the entire 10 minutes of our chat, which was mostly the chubby HR guy explaining the usual mundane crap. And then several colleagues got sniffly as I packed up my desk stuff. These days I'm careful not to trash out my cube farm with excessive desk toys for this specific reason.
If truth be told, I'm not that bothered. I have so much to do before I depart Texas, and now I can get it done faster.