I’m officially unemployed. I’ve never said those words for more than a few days since I was 16 years old and now, I find myself without a job. Strangely, it’s ok.
The past year has been turbulent for me. The job I started in January 2022 didn’t work out so well. I quit. I couldn’t tolerate it. I was not mentally healthy. I realized that I needed help. I stayed on part time as a contractor. My arrangement lasted longer that it was supposed to. In my reflection as of right now, this all feels like a good transition to the next chapter of my story.
But…
I saw the list. I saw the list of others who were laid off. On paper, one would never be able to see that there was any discrimination. But for those who read in between the lines, it become clear. It’s the ones with wisdom (and I don’t just mean by age). It’s the ones who speak their mind. It’s the ones who don’t fall in line. It’s the ones who had either been there for a very long time, or barely at all.
I have to wonder how they will live with themselves. How could you be so irresponsible as to recruit and hire people from steady jobs, promise that it is all sunshine and roses, and then just let them go 2 months later?
I have to say; I’m happy to be in the group of misfits that were let go. We will take care of each other. Those left behind will have to do mountains of work to keep the shift afloat. No thanks…
As Billy Joel said, I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
Onward…
