I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life

Sad news, my dear friends, looks like my company is about a month from the End. Oh, I knew it was a risk from the very beginning, I got into this place not even 6 months after they officially came into being. But it makes me sad because I believed in this company, in our product and in a few of the people I clearly shouldn't have. The truth is, I love this job, even when it's hard and a pain in the patootie. I love this company because of the people who started it, who worked here, who I met here. I love the challenge of making something totally new and figuring out ways to solve the problems that crop up. I love that they let me wear jeans all the time and that as long as my job is getting done, no one cares if I work from home a few days a week or don't work exactly 8 hours on a particular day. I love that we keep the lights off and that I have totally inane arguments with a coworker, which result in us calling each other the most foul names you can conjure up. Which is why I am sad that it looks like we're almost at the end of the road. If nothing changes, we'll be out of money by the beginning of November. I hate job-hunting. My resume is out of date (I've been here 5 years, a record for me). My interviewing skills are out of practice and this particular working environment has probably made me less ready to work anywhere that maintains decorum or sexual harassment laws. It reminds me of the end of high school. You knew it was coming and that you'd say goodbye to people, shut your locker and never see the place again, but you can't stop it and you just have to hope that what comes next is even better. I'll keep you updated, but I really believe this is it, folks. Barring a miracle, we're on life-support and it's just a matter of time until they pull the plug. Until then, I'll just keep coming in every morning, doing my job, and maybe slacking off, just a little .. .