I was laid off about at about this time, two weeks ago. I was working at my desk when my team leader handed me a note saying I needed to go meet my manager in the hr office. My assumption that I couldn't be fired without the big manager being there proved wrong as I sat down and was informed that due to certain changes and other factors, I was being let go. I would receive a severance and, no, I couldn't not finish the day and leave like normal. I had to take my paperwork to look over, take the box holding my stuff and walk out the door on a snowy day when, conveniently, I did not have my car. I walked down the road, partially through the snow, sorted through my stuff, and sat down in the Chinese restaurant to have a beer and, with no better distraction, think, mostly about how to tell my wife.
And now, here in the present, the baby's awake, so I should go take care of him. He's had a rough week. Throwing up on Monday, then diarrhea, then diaper rash, and now a general lack of appetite and fussiness. I think he'll settle by Monday, but for now, my little guy needs some extra attention.
Not much more to say about the job stuff anyway. I'm not sorry to have lost the job, but would prefer to have had a better transition in place. It's given me time to think, though. Consider, plan. And complete miscellaneous chores.