Love and Work in the Age of Technology

For all those of you who watched "Sex & The City", remember the episode where Carrie gets dumped by Burger via post-it note? Well, the employment equivalent of that happened to me three days ago. I got laid off. Via email. By the company's outsourced HR firm, not by my boss. Thank you for that face you just made. I appreciate the empathy.

In that classic and oft-referenced episode, Carrie awakens to find a completely unexpected post-it note telling her that her relationship is over. In my case it was a an e-mail telling me that due to lack of work I was being laid off, effective two days prior. Nevermind that after being there several months, I had been asked by them to make an additional six month commitment to the firm, which I did. Nevemind that I had personal articles in the office that I had to get back. No thanks for everything. No "if you ever need a reference..." Zip. Zilch.

I was at a pizza place having my weekly pizza play date with my friend and our kids when the dreaded e-mail arrived. On reading it I exclaimed "I've just been laid off! Via e-mail!", much to the shock and horror of my friend and the lovely ladies at the next table, who offered their condolences when I left. Everyone is in agreement that this is a crappy way to get laid off. The email stated that they had "tried unsuccessfully to reach me at my home number", which is funny cause I received no message on my answering machine and there was no missed call on my Caller ID. Whatever.

For me, the worst part was not losing the job (I knew it was temporary, but had no idea it was this temporary), it was purely the way that it happened. I was unceremoniouly dumped. Like in a relationship, I felt that the time I put in meant nothing, that I wasn't even worth a face to face dumping. As Carrie told Burger's unsuspecting and unlucky-to-be-there friend in a club, "you can have the guts and the courtesy to tell a woman to her face that you no longer want to see her. Call me crazy, but I think you can make a point of ending your relationship in a manner that does not include an email, a doorman or a missing persons report." Amen, sister.

So, it got me wondering (channeling Carrie), is it people that shape technology or technology that shapes people? What I mean is that were people hungry for a way to de-personalize much of life, or did e-mail put the idea in their head? If it weren't for e-mail, would I have been dumped in person, or would my boss have found another impersonal way to do it, like a good old fashioned letter from the aforementioned HR firm.

Friends have offered their advice on how I should handle this. I have heard everything from reply to the email reminding them that they asked me for that six month commitment, to calling my former boss and thanking him for the opportunity to work there, all with the intent of making him feel like crap, to, and this is my favorite, pulling a George Costanza and showing up there today pretending that I never got the e-mail. I, however, chose not to reply at all. I don't feel that anything in the e-mail asked for or deserves a reply. I have chosen to end it there and move on. After all, in the end Carrie got Mr. Big. And a ginormous shoe closet.

A List of Things I Used To

I used to know every popular song and singer on the radio. Now my daughter does.

I used to judge women who took their young daughters for manicures. Now I know it's often the only way we can get one for ourselves.

I used to think that 42 was old. Sometimes I still do.

I used to love reading horror books and watching horror movies. Now everyone who "dies" is somebody's kid to me, or somebody's parent, which takes all the fun out of it.

I used to know how to dance.

I used to wonder if I'd be a good mother. Now I know how to be one.

I used to see grown up movies. Now I see kid movies, and I like them.

I used to think I would never get plastic surgery. Now I pay closer attention to those ads on TV.

I used to think the world was black and white. Now I know it is made up of every hue of grey imaginable.

I used to sweat the small stuff. I still do, but not as much.

I used to love watching "A Baby Story" before I had kids. Now I don't cause when I do I'm all like "been there, done that, just get the freakin epidural."

I used to have great friends. I still do.