Moment of transparency:
I lost my job a month ago today.
I can’t say that I didn’t see it coming, but nonetheless.. It stung a bit. The energy I was feeling was palpable; the premonition would not & did not go away. I could feel it coming in the air; an unshakeable & unbreakable hunch that kept building and building and building…
& then it happened.
Feelings of failure, disappointment and defeat rang loud, but were brief.
I’ve never really been a “model employee”, & this isn’t the first job that I’ve lost. Like the few others [lost], it wasn’t due to a lack of talent, skill, or capability. This time, after 2 decent (but useful) years of full-time employment--I fell victim to corporate politics & a systematic shit show; reminded yet again that everything isn’t for everyone. Sometimes, no matter how bad you want a seat at a particular table, you won’t get it. Maybe there’s not a seat available, or maybe those already occupying the table don’t want you there. Either way, that table just isn’t for you.
Most of us (then) end up doing one [or two] of three things:
-stay at the table we’re at until we can’t anymore,
-hop from table to table until we find the one most suitable for our needs,
or three:
-build a table from scratch.