Gulag Be Gone, Part One

Well, I been waiting to post again as I wanted to hopefully have a complete story to share, but I just couldn't wait to write again, so this will be part I to a story I hope to have a happy ending to.

Last Thursday, I had a 2nd interview for a way way better job with a way way better company way way closer to my home than The Gulag. I got a call to come in the day before and I tried to schedule it for the morning so I could be merely late for my shift, but the only time available was 3pm, so I ended up telling my bosses that I was taking the whole day off. Let's just say I feel the interview went extremely well, so I don't in any way want to jinx it.

So the next day, still feeling pretty good about the interview, I get a call from the agency that hired me to work at The Gulag. I was told that my contract with The Gulag has not been renewed (In case you forgot what I wrote before, I was technically hired by an agency to work for The Gulag on a open-ended contract basis renewed weekly). In other words, I was laid off. Effective immediately. No real reason was given to me of why, except to say that they always had the right to do so at anytime, which I knew but didn't expect to get a pink slip so abruptly. But I have my theories. They knew that I wasn't happy. They knew that I was pissed off that I wasn't made a permanent employee after 3 months and get benefits like I was promised. And they probably figured that I took the day off with short notice to go on an interview. So they just cut the cord.

I know I should be happy about finally being out of there. I hated the 102 mile daily commute, I hated the hours that got me home past my little one's bedtime and I hated answering the same freaking questions every day on the same crappy old products that The Gulag didn't even make anymore. But like a couple that didn't like each other anymore, I wanted to be the one to break it off.

I want to remain positive about my interview last week, but I haven't heard anything yet and, of course, I'm anxious as hell about it. And I'll kick myself if I don't get it, because I'm sure my absence last Thursday was a catalyst of my lay off and then I'll be totally unemployed. Again.

Stay tuned.