See, everything does come back to Farscape!

I'm going slightly mad

I just read this, on someone's blog:

"You can't plan things. Things just happen. The universe is full of unforeseen circumstances, that's why their plans are always so shitty, so fly by night, because no other plan would ever work. Crichton and the Moyans are all about improvisation, that's why they succeed and survive. It's why the PKs fail. This is the show telling us something about itself, about how it sees the world."

For a person still flying by the seat of her pants into the great unknown of unemployment, I found this comforting.

"Oh... God... What have I done?"

As anyone who's ever seen "Farscape" knows, those were John's words when the neural clone forced him to do some pretty despicable things.  If you've never seen "Farscape", you need to use your particular period of unemployment to rectify that situation at once.   If you have seen it, you'll know there are few things worse than what John Crichton felt at this very moment:

To be fair, I'm not quite in the same boat (spacecraft) as he was, but this much is official.  I signed the waiver for my severance package, thus severing my ties (mostly) with the company where I've worked since 1985.

1985!!  Let's look at what was going on in 1985:

• For one, no Farscape
• Or SyFy network
• Or widespread cable TV
• Or personal computers like the one I'm using now
• Or iPhones, iPods or any other "i"s
• Ronald Reagan, the guy whose birthday we commemorated--or cursed, depending on your point of view--was POTUS.
• Keira Knightly was born
• "Out of Africa" won best picture (I still haven't seen that one)

The list goes on the main point is that I worked at that company for a LONG DAMN TIME. I made life long friends and probably irritated a whole list of people.  I had many disappointments and a few successes.

And now I have absolutely no idea if I did the right thing or not.

“I like sports. I can do something in sports...”---George Costanza, “Seinfeld”

When the office manager walks up to you and your co-workers one random, sunny Tuesday morning and says “I need to see you all in the conference room next to my office” you shouldn't assume that means free donuts and a raise in pay.

I didn't know what to expect. Why would the office manager, who technically isn't our manager, want to see us? Speaking of mangers...where was ours?

Thus the theorizing began. You think “oh, they're capping our boss.” Or “oh, they're reassigning me to this office.” Or “which of us left something rotten in our desk drawer that's attracted ants?”

Not “oh, I'm losing my job unless I want transfer or reapply for another job.” I guess seeing the human resources person whom I've never seen before in my life should have been a clue. Last time they let people go, the HR person had official looking blue folders. This woman had a set of green folders.

Twist!

As you sit and hear the words, your mind wanders. What's in that candy dish in front of me? Is it something I can eat? Is the crumbling of a candy wrapper indicative of disrespect, hunger or nerves?

My pod mate started to cry. I tried not to smirk. Not at her, but at the entire notion that the music had stopped, the company was short of chairs and I was landing on my rear end.

So the journey begins.