Sabbatical

Today I officially start my Sabbatical. And that my friends is a fancy, more glamorous word for unemployed.

I've known for a while now that my job was coming to an end because the company was unwinding. And that my friends is a fancy, more glamorous word for going under.

Entire departments have been let go. Not pleasent to find out at five til five on Friday to pack it up and move it on.

Even though I was told that I was totally safe and would totally have a job and basically own the company one day. I knew it was a pack of lies as I've seen it before. But I was riding the wave.

Therefore when I received a two weeks notice, er, two weeks ago, I wasn't surprised. Well, I was surprised I got the two weeks notice actually instead of "enjoy vacation, don't come back!" My boss fought pretty hard to give me some notice, and also to do six months of work in my last two weeks.

Oh wait, they did give me an offer the day after they gave me the notice. It was to work in their other office, forty five miles away, and also could I take a paycut?

Bwaa ha ha ha ha ha ha! I laughed all the way to the bank with my expense report because um, NO! Mama doesn't play that game. And also because I'm a rockstar.

So here I am, on Sabbatical. I'm thinking this should last about a month. I have three pages of projects I've been squirming to do and now is the time. Of course that's just for the first week, after that I'm just going to sit around and read magazines. Well, after my spa appointments. But let's not tell my husband that part, ok?

Here I go; Holly Housewife meets Tazmanian devil, on crack!