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The market is done.
From the very beginning, I knew my job would be temporary. My contract said as much, that its existence was based on grants and budgetary means, and it was explained to me early on that I most likely wouldn't be working there very long. I also knew that while I possibly would be there past the end of summer, I definitely was going to be working there through summer. That, and a conversation with my boss a couple of weeks ago about me staying on through the end of a program in July had me planning on working there at least that long, though most likely not longer. It'd be a pleasant surprise if I did.
Being sat down and gently told that today was my last day was an unpleasant occurrence, but not a surprise as such. That I was already operating with the mindset of leaving at some point, and that the reason for my job ending abruptly was because the fiscal year ends in a little over a week and the numbers couldn't quite get crunched, kept me from feeling anything more crushing than general disappointment. As I explained to the people who were surprised at how well I was taking it, I already knew it was coming, just not that it'd be so soon.
I also paraphrased Douglas Adams to illustrate why I wasn't mad: "It was impersonal the way a computer-issued traffic summons is impersonal." Because it had nothing to do with myself or my work, just the position I'd been lucky enough to be hired to fill, I didn't feel bad about it. While I'd have liked to go into work on Monday, both for the money and for the enjoyment of the work itself - the external validation, the doing stuff what needs getting done that everyone else is too busy to do but still needs getting done - I also told people, to their honest amusement, I'd take the weekend to relax and start getting up at the luxurious hour of seven-thirty, and begin looking for another job on Monday.
Which I will.
And maybe look into volunteer opportunities, now that I've got the time for them again.
Being sat down and gently told that today was my last day was an unpleasant occurrence, but not a surprise as such. That I was already operating with the mindset of leaving at some point, and that the reason for my job ending abruptly was because the fiscal year ends in a little over a week and the numbers couldn't quite get crunched, kept me from feeling anything more crushing than general disappointment. As I explained to the people who were surprised at how well I was taking it, I already knew it was coming, just not that it'd be so soon.
I also paraphrased Douglas Adams to illustrate why I wasn't mad: "It was impersonal the way a computer-issued traffic summons is impersonal." Because it had nothing to do with myself or my work, just the position I'd been lucky enough to be hired to fill, I didn't feel bad about it. While I'd have liked to go into work on Monday, both for the money and for the enjoyment of the work itself - the external validation, the doing stuff what needs getting done that everyone else is too busy to do but still needs getting done - I also told people, to their honest amusement, I'd take the weekend to relax and start getting up at the luxurious hour of seven-thirty, and begin looking for another job on Monday.
Which I will.
And maybe look into volunteer opportunities, now that I've got the time for them again.
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Good luck in finding something new soon!
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Good luck finding volunteer work.
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