UI Application, DE 1101I: California Unemployment Insurance Application

Today my company and I parted ways. I’m…well, I’m stunned. I’m really sad about how things went down. I loved my job, I loved my clients, and I love (PRESENT TENSE) my former co-workers. I wish things had turned out differently, but, alas.

Until now, I’ve always left jobs on my own terms, so this is a new experience for me. I don’t know how to feel. Four other people lost their jobs today, so it’s not just about me. It’s rough. Two months before Christmas. A few weeks before my daughter’s first birthday. I don’t think there is ever a good time to lose a job, but this time of year would definitely appear on the bottom of my list. And in this economic climate? Well. Yeah. Bad.

I’d worked at my job for four years. I started as a girl with a boyfriend, and I finished as a woman with a family. I became a different person during my time there, the most important time of my life. I am so thankful that they stood by me when I was on disability, through Maddie’s hospitalizations, and during all those doctor and specialist appointments. I gave it my all when I was there.

I wasn’t given a reason why, and I think that’s the hardest part of the whole thing. None of us were. I will forever wonder why. I will regret not being able to say goodbye to the people who were major players in my life for four years. My friendships will endure, this I know. But they will now be changed. That’s hard to accept. The hardest part.

To those that I wasn’t able to say goodbye to – I have amazing things to say about all of you, and wish I could have said them to you in person. The memories, laughs, and experiences will carry me through my sadness. To those who support me, I so appreciate you. I’m hoping that you will leave me comments that will make me smile and laugh. I need to laugh, I need to smile.

I am going to do my best to make the most of things. I never got a proper maternity leave with Madeline, so I’m going to pretend this is it. I’m going to do my best to ignore the overwhelming fear of finding insurance for a sick baby, and just relax and enjoy my mom’s birthday. But, ya know, if anyone wants to hire me, I am a DAMN GOOD employee. Seriously. Call me!

Happy birthday, Mom. I wish I had better news on your day.