So. It finally happened. Aunty Christ was let go.
And then immediately was rehired by the same company, but as a temp, without benefits, and at a lower rate of pay.
Oh, how I wish I had something insightful and witty to say on the subject, but I kind of feel drained by the experience. My new master makes 5000 times my former salary. I typed that, thinking it would lead me to a witty, insightful conclusion, but I instead find myself slackjawed in amazement. Well, obviously they couldn’t afford to keep me on at that wage [insert joke about needing to buy many more gold-plated bathroom items/black-market organs].
I keep repeating that this is hardly the worst possible outcome, and might be one of the best. And I would like to emphasize that just because I may seem to be protesting too much, does not specifically make it un-so.*
*Or, if it does, please don’t tell me. Thank you.