Erased

What kind of champagne are you supposed to use with Mimosas? This would probably be a question for Sue. I got some Cook's (I know, but it was on sale, ok?) white zinfandel champagne and orange juice, and it doesn't taste quite right. Maybe the bubbly isn't cold enough, I'm not sure. But I've had Mimosas in a restaurant before, and I know they tasted better. Perhaps it's my champagne to orange juice ratio, which I'm thinking is a little champagne-heavy.

What do you mean, 9am is too early to be drinking? Bah.

So Friday was my last day of work, and I am now officially unemployed. I applied for my unemployment benefits online yesterday, but since I'm getting a severance and some holiday pay, they have to mail me a questionnaire to fill out, which I have to fax back, blah blah blah. I'm really hoping to be receiving benefits by the time my severance runs out.

You know what's weird? I still have the phone and laptop that they gave me to work from home for the last four weeks. I guess I will be receiving instructions soon as to what I am supposed to do with them. I signed onto the laptop this morning to clear out my personal mailbox and any personal files I had on there. The thing is though, it's now asking for a password to access the customer support email box and the company webpage. And of course, when I put in my name and password, I am denied. I have been officially erased from the company.

It's so easy to do that...you're fired/laid off/whatever, and you're just gone. One day you're there, and now you're not. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet. Part of me is happy. I'm no longer encumbered by "work hours." I can pick up children from school. I can attend softball games and school activities and maybe even be brave enough to volunteer in the kindergarten classroom. I can keep my house clean. I can be home with someone if they are sick. It will make my life simpler. You know, except for the whole losing my income thing.

It's just strange to be erased from something that you've been a part of for almost five years. One day you're there, and the next day you are denied access, like you no longer exist.

Mimosas may be the cure. The first one tasted funny, but the second third one is going down quite nicely. What?