I spent a couple of hours yesterday at the job center that my ex-employer set up to assist its down-sized employees in finding new jobs. It's nice to see such a strong effort being made to place people as quickly as possible but, in another sense, it's also a little depressing to hear the stories being told about the already infamous morning on which we were all sent packing. The center is filled with counselors, computers and telephones and it was all fairly chaotic yesterday since it was the first day that the center was open for business. I'm going to head that way later this morning to complete some of the testing they suggest and to do some work on preparing a résumé that will somehow properly represent the last 29 years on a single page.
I've been told that it's important that we keep to a regular schedule during this transition period, that sleeping until noon and then staying up half the night is not a good idea, and I'm finding that easy to do. My eyes pop open at 5:20 every morning just like they have every workday for the past five years. Some habits are hard to break.