That's a paraphrase of something one of my colleagues told me today. A door has closed, but I'm in the hallway of opportunity.

My position at HSMC was made redundant today as the scythe of budget cutting doom [TM] once more swept through the museum. I do, however, get thirty days of administrative leave, which I am taking as the museum world equivalent of a severance package.

I'm not going to say that this is alright, because it sucks. It was a crappy job at times, but dammit, it was my crappy job. I, however, will be all right. The hard part was leaving the men who mentored me in my chosen career as an archaeologist, the colleagues that I went to college with and worked with for the past 20 odd years, and the people that I have come to know whilst working at HSMC. Yes, I shall miss the people far more than the pay cheque.

So, any good 'get-a-better-job-soon' vibes; mojo; voodoo; hoodoo; white/grey/black/red/green magick [Octarine! the colour of magick] and/or prayer will be greatly appreciated.