Yes, the stories are true. I got laid off.
Me, along with apparently 21 other employees of the Electric Sheep Company, were informed on Monday that their positions were terminated. I am not at liberty to discuss the details behind the decision (so please don’t ask). There are lots of other blogs where folks are trading rumors, official comments and conjecture. But suffice to say that it had nothing to do with me personally. I simply was the “last hired, first fired.”
I have no regrets, despite only having worked there for a little over a month. I was very aware going in that this was a high-risk, unstable industry. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to work with the Sheep, the Ill Clan and my buddy Frankyboy.
This puts a bit of damper on Christmas, I have to say. But all of the phone calls, emails, tweets and kind words I’ve received from friends in the past couple of days remind me of what’s really important.
At this moment I’m confident that as this door unexpectedly closes, another will open in due course. Thanks so much, everyone, for your good wishes.
