Shortly after posting that I had only been laid off once, ta-da! I got laid off for the 2nd time in my silicon valley career. I went through the usual gamut of emotions associated with grieving; denial, shock, pain, anger, depression, etc, until I realized that 1) I’m OK financially, thank God, and 2) I now have time to get things done around the house (cleaning, organizing, etc) that have been languishing for years. After a couple of weeks of drowning in self-pity, I got into a routine of getting up early (my cat wouldn’t have allowed me to sleep in anyway), going to the gym (to keep the loneliness at bay), coming home and attacking one room of the house at a time. I became content, although there was still that shadow of anger lingering that will probably never go away. I was OK. I was looking forward to getting major stuff done around the house, and then, dunt-dunt-dunt, I got asked to interview at a company that I wasn’t interested in, doing a job I didn’t want to do. But…the money and benefits took precedence over desire. Two interviews later, I got an offer I couldn’t refuse. I was unemployed for only 8 weeks. Darn. Got through only 2.5 rooms in my house. But how can I complain? I’m employed. In Silly Valley. Making good money. I don’t dare complain.