O Holy Pink Slip

What a week. On Wednesday, I was officially laid off. It's now Friday, and soon I will be getting ready to go to a countywide "After the Layoff" workshop with who knows how many other people.

In my office, 38 people got pink slips. (And no, they are not pink. Sadly.) Only 13 CPS workers remain; only 2 workers remain in my Emergency Response unit (out of 15). The district I work in was hit harder than any other; we are the office that gets the bulk of the new hires. Even so, there are plenty of people with more than 4 years with the county who are gone. The people that I associate with child welfare in this county are gone. Damn good workers. Committed. Gone.

I decided ahead of time that Wednesday night would be the night to bring in our living tree and decorate it. For the first time in years, we have a Christmas tree. It's lovely. It's small, but it's got a string of white lights on it, and I was able to fit more than half of our ornament collection on it.* It really looks lovely, and it makes me happy to show it to Kid A in the mornings, all lit up, and talk to her about some of the ornaments.

* Our ornament collection is surprisingly large, especially considering how long it's been since we put up a tree. For years now, my dad's side of the family has exchanged ornaments for Christmas presents, and they have always given one each to TM and me. And for a few years in the early days, my dad got ornaments not just for TM and me, but for our two cats, as well. One year, he even got ornaments for the Yorkies we'd inherited from TM's grandfather ... Point is, we've got a LOT of ornaments. Go, little tree!

Tomorrow, our Christmas begins. We're heading up to my mom's, where we'll see my cousin and his wife and their twin boys for the first time since Kid A's been born. They live in Des Moines, and we took a trip out there in early January, so Kid A was with us, of course, but not on the outside. My brother is coming, too, with his girlfriend, who I'll be meeting for the first time, which is very exciting. And my uncle and his wife, who is excited to meet Kid A. It's a big weekend coming up. And of course it means that we have even less time to get ready for Christmas than usual, because I'm working pretty much every day except for the weekends and Christmas Day. (The rant about having no time off for the holidays and yet being laid off on the 31st would go here, had I the time to write it. Imagine what you might say, and that's pretty much what I would say, too.) Surprisingly, I'm pretty ready. I've still got a number of presents to wrap for later Christmas celebrations, but TM said he would help me with that, so I'm not stressing. He's got the next two weeks off, you bet he can help!

Last night, I baked a pecan pie and a pumpkin pie for this weekend. I'm super anxious to find out if the crust turned out well. I'm a big crust person, and to me, a pie is only as good as its crust. When we were in Mendocino for our 9th wedding anniversary, the Mendocino Bookstore clerk gave me a simple pie crust recipe that calls for Crisco instead of butter. She swore that Crisco's the secret. TM was joking that his mom would be appalled; when we talked pie crust with her after that, she said, "Oh yeah, that's what I use." We'll see if Crisco is the answer. I'll report back.

Tonight, we're going to take Kid A to TM's department Christmas party at the chair's house. None of his colleagues have met her, so it'll be fun to show her off. Hopefully, she won't get too tired and cranky -- the party starts right at her usual evening naptime. Fingers crossed!

If I don't get a chance to post again until after the holidays, Happy Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Solstice, Happy Kwanzaa, and a Happy, Jolly Good New Year to all!