Bad Luck

Bad Luck

I’ve been meaning to write about this for a few weeks now, but when you lose your job, I’ve found that you tend to lose a lot of your motivation along with it. Yeah, I was made redundant by Design UK on the 21st of September (hey, tomorrow is my anniversary!). Luckily, I have enough money to hold me over until the end of November and even more luckily, I have another job lined up that is very kindly and patiently working on my visa right now. So I’m not completely fucked. I’m up Shit’s Creek, but I do have a paddle.

Never before in my life have I lost a job, so this knocked me off my feet a bit and came as a shock, even though it really shouldn’t have. After having had a boss that was quite alright indeed, when he left for greener pastures, I was stuck with an authoritarian nightmare of a task master. I work best with a manager who I can “work with” rather than “work for” and so it wasn’t long before I found myself topping their redundancy charts.

Now before you say, “Oh, it’s probably for the best. You were miserable there!” allow me to tell you what’s best: a fucking pay cheque you can count on each month. That’s the bottom line. When you’re in a bad situation with rotten luck, one thing you’re never short of is advice from people that haven’t a clue.

It’s been a weird month. Emotionally, I’ve run the gamut from shocked to confused to angry to bitter and back again. I resent the former colleagues that kept their jobs, even though that doesn’t make any sense and I know it’s not their fault. On the plus side, however, I’ve taken the time to focus on my photography, learn a few new tech skills and play with my cats. You truly have no soul if you can stay depressed with a kitten in your midst.

The tech education has centred around iPhone development, as I have a top secret, truly awesome project that I’m working on to be debuted early next year if all goes well. I’ll get to combine coding with music and photography, so that’s one part of my life that’s completely falling into place. The people I’ve met as a result of this work are lovely and I couldn’t be happier that we’re collaborating. I promise I’ll be incredibly less vague once I have it nearly ready (I’ll need beta testers, of course!).

The new job should start in three or four weeks, which I’m sure will fly by in haze of Objective-C classes and afternoon beers. I will almost certainly regret not having done more with this time off, but it’s really hard to tell time right now. Days of the week have lost all meaning and it’s all one big amorphous expanse of time deprived of units with which to measure it by.

Shit, I should get to the post office before all the people with jobs get home and make me wait in a queue. Time might be one of my only commodities right now, but I still don’t like queuing. Three years in England or thirty, I’ll always hate waiting.

Did I mention this visa I’m waiting for? Oh yeah, the post office. Procrastination is another bad habit exacerbated by a period of redundancy. My already fragile work ethic is in danger of fading into non-existence.