It’s happening again. At the morning meeting a merger and layoffs were announced, and then I lost my job. In deja vu fashion, I was assured that it had nothing to do with my performance, I’ll have a great letter of recommendation/references, it was just the marketing budget, etc... But my fault or not, tomorrow’s my last day. One day before six precious months there. This is the fourth fucking time I’ve lost a job due to downsizing. FOUR. And you think that your coworkers going down too might make it better, like you’re less alone or something, but it doesn’t. Not at all. Send juju to the rest of my dispensary peeps, I hope this downsize isn’t as ruinous as my first three. Bleak man, I feel bleak.
📸: This morning’s pre-work tarot reading. The first card is now glaringly obvious, I imagine even to the untrained eye. As for the second, it’s nice to know at least my inner wisdom feels optimistic.