I spent a glorious weekend with a man that I'm and falling in love with a little more every day. We had awesome conversations, great laughs, AMAZING sex (more times than I can count)...it was just the perfect weekend. I then came home and spent the evening with my girls watching the red carpet and the Oscars.
Then the bottom fell out.
I got laid off from my job this morning. Not just me. All twenty nine employees. The owners called us all into the conference room and dropped the bomb on us. No warning. No severance. Nothing. It floored us all. The meeting got very ugly very fast. Needless to say...I freaked out. Not a little. ALOT. Wolf says I shouldn't be worried...but I am. I'm scared. I'm a graphic designer and this isn't the best market for my line of work even when the economy is good. Roomie has already said I don't have to worry about rent or the bills and Wolf said he'd make my car payments if I needed him to. I know they loves me and mean the best but being a charity case just makes me feel worse.
I loved my job. I loved what I did and who I did it with. Now it's gone and I'm a little depressed...