Okay, here's the situation (and in light of what's happened at Lehman Bros, it's even more apropos):
As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, the company I had worked for had suddenly closed. The space was rented out, I lost my main freelance job. Yadda. Jeepers.
Last Friday, 3 out of my 4 former clients through that company expressed interest in hiring me, and I decided to work for one of them.
This client is still working in the old company space for a few more weeks. My old coworkers, the ones who were retained just for the changeover, are all working in one crowded space at the back of the office. They've been told that they are free to look for jobs in the meantime.
Meanwhile, today the new tenants have just started moving in.
This situation is unbelievably awkward.
You have to understand, this work area was a longstanding family environment. To dismantle it and have new people picking at it is kind of sad. It's a weird energy. It's one door closing and another opening. It's like a zen koan meets Dilbert.
And I'm sort of looking at it from this third-party viewpoint.
Shadows of pictures on the walls, books in boxes. People coming around and asking if I want this or that item that might be thrown out if it stays.
Etched on my desk when I was first hired nine months ago was the tiny phrase, "We Wuz Here."