I had big plans for this year. I was going to be more disciplined about reading and writing and for the first 8 or 9 days of the year everything was great! I wrote and published a short story and managed to read about 10 short stories!
Then, week 2 hit a snag since it was the last week of an extended (7 week!) visit from my mother in law and the general exhaustion that followed. Wrote most of a draft and read a couple short stories.
Week 3 was a sonofabitch. Started off good enough. Pretty much finished my week 2 story and had a solid chunk done for a week 3 story. Wednesday of week 3 I had my regularly scheduled call with my manager. Nothing of note there.
Then at 6:30pm I got a meeting invite for 10:15 the next morning. I hadn’t pissed anyone off or screwed anything up so I was at a loss for what it could be about. There was no indication or rumors that there would be layoffs or anything so I thought maybe it was news that someone had quit and I would have to do additional tasks.
Nope.
My manager messaged me and said that someone from HR would be joining the call.
That’s when I knew that my almost 8 year run with my current employer was coming to an unceremonious wet fart of an end.
So needless to say I have been a little distracted this week and couldn’t focus on taking words in or putting words out.
Crossing my fingers and holding my breath that week 4 is less of a shit show.