There’s a first time for everything

For example, this week, after having been a part of the work force for sixteen years, I was laid off for the first time in my life. To be honest, it was not completely unexpected and I was half-ready to quit a week ago. Funny how life surprises you sometimes.

On the plus side, it was a only a few hours a week and I still have a few more weeks to go before this particular job ends (and I have another job to make ends meet). A friend suggested actually celebrating this “first”, which I am not so sure about. I had a drink with a friend last night, does that count?

What are everybody’s experiences with getting laid off? Did it happen out of the blue? Were you relieved? Did you celebrate?