My feelings about getting laid off have gotten somewhat more complicated. The happy is still there, and the millions of ideas about what to do next, but now there's the sad, too - I'm not going to be able to walk over to Mr.S's office any time I want to tell someone about a really exciting interview I just did or talk through an idea or find out what I missed on Project Runway. I won't be able to go to J.Ber's office to complain about my stories and talk about knitting. (I'll still hang out with Barkley.) There's no cafeteria in my house.
I'm still kind of disappointed that the dream job at the dream employer didn't work out. And, looking forward, I'm daunted by the task of writing enough pieces to make up my income, and wondering if I can even make enough money to subsist on - let alone support my expensive travel habit.
I've also had time for my brain to start popping out weird little tidbits about the reality of freelancing. I'm going to have to pay for phone calls, including international calls. If I need notebooks, I have to buy notebooks. Everything in my office is coming home and staying here, not moving out into another office. I need a better home phone. What the heck am I going to do with all my business cards from my employer? Oh shoot, I need new business cards. But first I need a website. How am I going to buy off the person who has my URL now? Should I get a phone that can do e-mail? Which one? Isn't data service expensive?
And so on. It's exhausting.