Now that the company that I have worked at as the Corporate Administration Director (HBIC or Joan Holloway minus sex with revolting clients) for almost 13 years has successfully been acquired, the inevitable and personally disappointing restructuring of overhead staff will make me a housefraus come August. Albeit, the housefraus with the baddest shoes in all the county, but still a housefraus. I have been constantly employed since 1995, working 2 days after leaving college even working within a week of the births of both of my children. Being at home, unemployed is definitely causing an immense amount of anxiety for me. I feel somewhat bitter, but mostly fear and panic because I'm not one who deals well with uncertainty and the absence of control. I always have a plan and I always take care of myself and as of now, I have no clue in hell what I'm going to do. So for the next 2 1/2 months as I earnestly work out my position as transitional staff, I have a creative plan to systematically violate the newly stated corporate dress code in the most avant-garde way I possibly can. The French Revolution had sans-culottes, I will have pants, but I cannot promise that they will not be made of squirrel fur or Kakapo feathers (the Kakapo doesn't need them anyway....bitch don't even fly).
