I've put off posting because, quite frankly, I didn't want to put these words into writing yet again. The short story is this: my position at work has been eliminated, and I'm out of a job. The longer version doesn't really matter at this point, except that I was already looking for a new opportunity, and now I'm much more motivated to find one. From here on out, January 25, 2012 will be the day that lives in infamy (as well as February 17, 2009). Though on second thought, perhaps I shouldn't compare my loss of employment to the December 7, 1941, the day that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, the day that truly lives in infamy. [See, there I go again, making a World War II reference, and that relates directly to *my next post.]
*Initially, I inserted what is now the following post in this spot, since the segue from "the day that lives in infamy" miraculously fit the book I'd most recently finished. BUT, I think I'm not quite being fair to myself if I don't at least mention a few things that have been floating about in my brain.
Losing your job sucks. It fucking sucks. Since this has now happened to me twice, I consider myself an expert and know all the things about losing jobs. When you work somewhere for almost five years, that place becomes home. Did I wake up with absolute joy every day because I was heading in to the office? Did I adore every single one of my 400+ co-workers and colleagues? Was I happy with my job responsibilities after holding the position for almost three years? The answer to these questions is a resounding no. In fact, I'd begun looking for a new opportunity, though I was in the very, very early stages of such.
However... did I find satisfaction in my job, helping people achieve a difficult task? Yes. Did I make a difference in people's lives? Yes. Am I proud of the quality of work that I leave behind? Yes. Did I consider my direct co-workers and many of my colleagues friends? Yes. Did I have three years worth of junk (but my junk) accumulated inside and underneath my desk? Yes. Please don't interpret this post as a complaint, because it's not. I choose to see this situation as an opportunity; for three months I'll be paid to look for a new job while not actually have to work at the old one. That's a win-win, right?
More than anything, I am so very extremely lucky and fortunate to have wonderful friends and family who have sent me love, cupcakes, and funny someecards to brighten this time in my life. I am also lucky to have been treated well upon my exit, and I harbor no ill-will toward my former place of employment. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and that God has a plan for each of us even if we're reluctant to follow.
That's all, folks.
Losing your job sucks. It fucking sucks. Since this has now happened to me twice, I consider myself an expert and know all the things about losing jobs. When you work somewhere for almost five years, that place becomes home. Did I wake up with absolute joy every day because I was heading in to the office? Did I adore every single one of my 400+ co-workers and colleagues? Was I happy with my job responsibilities after holding the position for almost three years? The answer to these questions is a resounding no. In fact, I'd begun looking for a new opportunity, though I was in the very, very early stages of such.
However... did I find satisfaction in my job, helping people achieve a difficult task? Yes. Did I make a difference in people's lives? Yes. Am I proud of the quality of work that I leave behind? Yes. Did I consider my direct co-workers and many of my colleagues friends? Yes. Did I have three years worth of junk (but my junk) accumulated inside and underneath my desk? Yes. Please don't interpret this post as a complaint, because it's not. I choose to see this situation as an opportunity; for three months I'll be paid to look for a new job while not actually have to work at the old one. That's a win-win, right?
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| compliments of my former co-workers |
That's all, folks.
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