Some weeks ago, the company that employs me for failed to (re-)win any of the contracts at the government entity where I do my work.
The company was surprised. I suppose my co-workers and I would also have been surprised if we weren’t so shell-shocked that suddenly our jobs were gone. Well, gone as of the end of the contract.
I put everything aside and started my job hunt. I hit the job boards, polished and re-polished my resume, called people I knew, and filled out an obscene number of online applications. With this economy, after all, one can’t leave anything to chance.
My hard work paid off. Last week I received two offers. It was a hard choice, but I took the one that’s best for my family.
When I got the first offer, I went out for a well-deserved beer* and buffalo wings with my friend and co-worker Chris, who’d recently gotten his own offer, to celebrate.
Man, that’s good. That may be the best beer I’ve ever had.
The best beer in the world is the one you celebrate with when you become gainfully (re-)employed.
* In this case, it happens to have been a Barley and Hops Schifferstadt Stout