Now that I’m between jobs I thought there’d be plenty of time to find a new job, catch up on projects, write a few screenplays, read a few books and nap a lot. Not sure where I got that idea:
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In spite of having to witness the tragic end of this beautiful company and the horror of losing a loved job, I’m grateful to have been a part of this company for the time allowed me.
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Continuing through my stages of grief:
“People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re really saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store…did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store. And in a week it will be something really depressing. Like a Baby Gap. Soon we’ll just be a memory. In fact, someone, some foolish person will probably think it’s a tribute to this city — the way it keeps changing on you, or the way you can never count on it, or something. I know because that’s the sort of thing I’m always saying, but the truth is —
“I feel as if a part of me has died. And my mother has died all over again. And no one can ever make it right.”
Somebody grab a copy of You’ve Got Mail, put the box of Kleenex in the shopping bag and sit down to watch with me. The Ephron girls did a pretty good job getting the situational accuracy right, so now I’m going to offer a somewhat unfiltered translation of the subtext to give you a little slice of what my life at work is actually like right now.