I was laid-off Monday. That’s PC for “we’ve run out of money and/or work because we’ve over-hired and/or under-sold so we’re firing a shitload of you all at once to desperately try to stay in business a little longer.”

Funny that I make my first (and last) post about my job only after I lose it. It was not unexpected. I haven’t formed a clear picture of the true reasons behind it all yet (and I probably never will, completely).

That’s okay.

Hmm… I thought I would have more to say about it.

I can’t help thinking that the timing is impeccable. I’ve been looking for a way to spend more time with the kids. If I believed in God, I’d say he was sending me a message. But the opportunities were always there. I just didn’t see them because I was too comfortable where I was. Maybe this is the catalyst I needed to force me to improve my work/home balance.

I picked up my things today. It’s somewhat astonishing that the physical detritus of an activity that consumed such a large portion of my time (approximately 10,000 hours of the past 43,800 or about 22% of the past 5 years) fits in just a few cardboard boxes. If you figure in sleep (about another 11,000 hours/5 years, for me) then I spent about 30% of my waking life at work. That only left 70% of my time (32,800 hours in the past 5 years) for my family.

All told, It could’ve been worse. But it could be a little better too, I think. Anyway, to my former life, “So long, and thanks for all the fish.”