“This is to notify you that your position with blah, blah, is being eliminated for business reasons.”
I’m out. Done. Gone. Free.
I smiled and my mind raced as my 2-up droned and mumbled through a legal script before giving me a perfunctory best wishes in future endeavors. Whatever asshole. I’m free. The HR lady started telling me dates and amounts and I listened very hard to her and asked questions about my RSP and if I could really just logout right now… I think she was a little confused. Usually these things are sprung upon the blissfully ignorant employee who sits silently in shock, or maybe cries a bit, but, I’d been hoping for, asking for, sending fervent desperate energy bursts into the cosmos in service to willing this very thing to happen. I was happy. Tingling and tension releasingly happy. I remember my first breaths of freedom after hanging up with her and sending a rushed email to my guys before the asshole had my access completely deleted. I remember my screensaver on the Amazon Screen sitting in front of me was showing a picture I’d taken of the memorial at Culloden Moor. This time the tiny, outnumbered, broken but still determined Scot won the day. I got my package. My life changed for the better in an instant. Suddenly, I was debt-free with a maxxed RSP and a boat-load of cash. I had run all the numbers for retirement, but had never really run them with this scenario, so as to not jinx it. But now I did. And I was happy. And ahead.