After 29+ years, and having survived through five CIOs and any number of reorganizations in our corporate IT group, I was notified on Wednesday that … I've been reorganized out of a job.
Sigh.
I did have a bit of warning the day before — an evening calendar appointment from my boss saying he was (surprise!) going to be in the office the next day and I needed to be, too, with a conference room listed and our HR rep CCed in. Having been the guy arranging this sort of thing in the past (the all too recent past, in fact), I had a more than a clue what was coming.
To be fair, my boss did it in person, not by phone. And it wasn't a "two weeks in lieu of notice, here's a box to put your cube stuff into" kind of deal; I get to work (for money) for another four weeks, wrapping some things up, and there's some outplacement assistance, etc. But it still, obviously, sucks (and has already canceled a trip we were going to be taking at the end of the month, dagnabbit).
I've already started the wheels rolling — updating the resume, reaching out to some folk to confirm I can do the reference thing, etc. I'll need to resurrect my moribund LinkedIn account, because, damn, everyone has a LinkedIn account for job hunting these days. I'm making to-do lists, as well as beginning to work on them. Progress!
I'm daunted by the prospect of a job hunt, though I'm assured by many people that with my talents and experience I should be able to find something good (as the old Imposter Syndrome smirks from the darker recess of my subconscious). We're in decent shape, money-wise (though it's just as well that the kitchen project was already 97% completed when this dropped), Margie still has her job (and our benefits), and I have some ideas on ways to restrain some of our expenses, just in case this stretches out.
I will probably talk more about what led to all of this at some point, but not at the moment. It gets into somewhat company stuff I don't presently feel comfortable discussing online, and discretion about such matters is something I take seriously (glancing about at any future employer who might stumble across this post).
I will, though, probably natter about the upcoming adventure as I go along, just because that's how I process this kind of thing. So you've been warned.
For the time being, though … well, I'll just hold my head erect and whistle a happy tune. Because that's cheaper than my preferred brand gin. 🙂
Buddy, can you spare a Lifehacker URL on resume design?
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