Well, I found out today that my job (currently on a contract) will be ending at the end of this month. It's been a weird ride. My company announced last November that we were starting lay offs and that the company would be closing at the end of 2017. I was one of the lucky few who was able to stay on until the very end. So, January 4th of this year, I get a call and they ask me to come back. Things weren't as over as they thought, so they needed help finishing up. It was most likely going to be a couple months. Well, here I am 8 months later, still here, but only for a couple more weeks.
I have been looking for a job, but not as much as I probably should've. I mean, the contract rate I was being paid was really good, more than I was making before. Of course I knew it could end, but they kept pushing out the end date. None of the jobs I've applied for have amounted to me getting a job so far, so I'm a little worried. I'll get unemployment, which will help until the end of the year at least.
Anyway, that's the story to the moment. I don't know how I feel today, knowing that it's coming to an end. On one hand I'm glad, because it's been really boring. There hasn't been much to do for quite a while now. But, I'm also scared. Starting a new job, meeting new people, is all a little daunting. Also, that's putting the cart before the horse as I have to actually get a job first.
It's all just a little scary. Part of me knows that it'll work out; it always does. I'll end up somewhere and things will probably be okay. I'm just nervous, I guess. And a little bit anxious.
Anyway, that's where I'm at today.