End of an Era
Got my one month notice today. After April 30th, I will no longer be an employee with Umass*.
What does this mean? Financially, not much for the near future. The majority of my salary is paid through a small business (no, not writing; those paychecks are few and far between, actually) funded by a government SBIR grant, which still has some life left in it. It's a cushion that I've been preparing.
All it really means is the University will take my badge, suspend my email account, and glare at me should I venture into the private research areas of the campus. In the long run, these are endurable changes. At some point, I'll need to start looking for another full time job, but that is as expected.
Herein lies the difference between knowing you are prepared for an eventual end and the irrational emotional response said end achieves when it arrives:
Yeah, I'll be okay for a time, but the situational gravity remains quite sobering and more than a little terrifying (due in no small amount, I'm sure, to the boilerplate wording of that generic you-have-one-month-to-find-other-employm ent letter). That everyone and their brothers are asking me "What are you going to do, now???" is no help, either.
Ugh, I say. And again: ugh.
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*This is, of course, assuming I cannot find someone to pick up my contract here at the U.
What does this mean? Financially, not much for the near future. The majority of my salary is paid through a small business (no, not writing; those paychecks are few and far between, actually) funded by a government SBIR grant, which still has some life left in it. It's a cushion that I've been preparing.
All it really means is the University will take my badge, suspend my email account, and glare at me should I venture into the private research areas of the campus. In the long run, these are endurable changes. At some point, I'll need to start looking for another full time job, but that is as expected.
Herein lies the difference between knowing you are prepared for an eventual end and the irrational emotional response said end achieves when it arrives:
Yeah, I'll be okay for a time, but the situational gravity remains quite sobering and more than a little terrifying (due in no small amount, I'm sure, to the boilerplate wording of that generic you-have-one-month-to-find-other-employm
Ugh, I say. And again: ugh.
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*This is, of course, assuming I cannot find someone to pick up my contract here at the U.