if i never saw a headline, i’d think times were pretty damn good. clothes are 60% off, food’s cheaper, rent’s cheaper. i have no assets; my dollars go much further. my trip to london was reasonable. couple months ago i even got an teeny bonus, followed by an unexpected promotion. i even had a start date for the new job. like, what recession?

then this morning. “When we offered you the position, we were assuming a headcount from last year, when our financial situation was very different. Now I have to cut the headcount by one, so I’m afraid …”

even before i walked into my boss’ boss’ office, i had a sinking feeling something was wrong with my transfer situation. for one, calvin klein never, ever talks to me, and for two, my (unusually chipper) boss refused to tell me why calvin klein wanted to see me that morning.

so to put a long (think months’ worth of anticipation) story short, i’m not transferring. i know, i know already that it was a business decision and that better things await. but i was so stunned/upset after that meeting that i cried at work?!?! coulda been embarassing but no one saw me except the guard of some random apartment building i cried outside of. actually, that was embarassing.