It’s funny that the British say that January 24th is the most depressing day of the year. And fitting. Because today, I was laid off from my first job.

I can’t say that I didn’t know it was coming, because I wasn’t blindsided, but I’m in shock. Katie walking to my cube, asking me to come to her office, definitely wasn’t normal. But going in there, and hearing the word "reduction", and watching the HR lady talk to me about my options was really hard. And then running over to Rachel and Cristina, and crying, and hugs all around, and having them and Katherine help me pack up my cube. Blur. Cristina not letting me take my stuff out, because she didn’t want to see me walk out with boxes. Rachel and Cristina walking me to the fourth floor. Not even being told by Erik. Being told that there are references if I ask for them.

And what now? I’m sitting at home, drained, watching "Who’s wedding is it anyway?", which is definitely not as fun as it would be if you were taking a sick day. I am going to start applying for unemployment, and wait for Leelee to call. 2008. Great year so far, huh little cuz? She just had her apartment catch on fire, so if she calls me and tells me to come, I will be going to Jax tonight or tomorrow to help her try to put everything back together and make sure she isn’t harassed by any of the "handymen" that are supposed to be around.

Pete is more panicking than I am. I’m just glad that the tax refund will be coming when I need it, and I have five weeks to find a job. They have a recruiter helping us, which is nice of Houghton I guess. Under the circumstances. I will miss the people the most.

Thanks to the best group of people that I’ve ever worked with. Just so you know, you’ll be hard to top. I’ll miss you guys.