What it says on the tin. We've decided to fold the company into our sister company and your job is redundant. Best of luck in your future endeavors. Your last check and a week (A WHOLE WEEK!) of severance will be mailed upon receipt of your equipment.
Sigh I'm almost 40. I'm getting too old to job hunt and learn new skills and I still haven't figired out who and what I want to be when I grow up. I worry about my son, this is the third time a financial setback has stopped us getting him into preschool. I'll find other work, eventually, I know. Even if it's just part time garbage, gotta make ends meet somehow. Mostly I'm just fucking tired.
I'm tired of feeling like my life's worth is predicated on what I do for people with more money than I'll ever see. That my ability to educate, feed and shelter my kid is contingent on doing some shit that doesn't inspire me and that this is my life til I die. I'm tired of feeling broken down slowly, bit by bit every day, for wages that are somewhere between subsistince and uncomfortable. I'm just so fucking tired.