Yesterday was a really stressful day. Since mid December, there were lots of rumors already flying around and we knew a layoff was coming (you can't sell a lot of oil equipment when oil is $29 a barrel). I didn't want to go into work on Friday, but in preperation for a rough day, I underdressed in stockings, comfortable panties and a tank top. I figured if I was going to get laid off, I was going to be prepared to take the bad news in comfy clothing (yeah, I know it's weird but I did say it's a stressful day and the weeks leading up to it weren't great either)
Our building got hit really hard. There were a lot of good people who had their lives turned upside down through no fault of their own. (*shaking fist at the sky* - damn you corporate america.) But the only thing I wanted to do when I go home after surviving the cut was to take off my engineering clothes to slip into something more comfortable before reflecting on the way my life had just changed. As odd as it may seem, spending the evening in a nighty and curling up with my dog on the couch was a good relief. The wine didn't hurt either.
I was lucky and survived the cut, but several of my friends are out looking for jobs now. When it comes to corporate downsizing, there are no winners. I kind of wish I was laid off instead. I feel guilty that I survived and they didn't.
But, in relationship to this forum, I also kind of find it sad that clothes are all it takes to make me feel better.