For the second time in my adult life I've found myself jobless. On Sunday my long time, asshole inclined, boss decided he wanted to make a change. I was out. It happened pretty fast. The details of it all take longer to go through that it matters. I really had no reason to be let go. I was by far the hardest working manager in the store; I met all the goals and requirements ever handed to me and often had to do it short-staffed while on ridiculous stretches [15 days were common in a row, 16 hour shifts were the norm]. For it to be a finger snap and be gone is a little unsettling. So as it sits, two days removed, I put out my homeless person sign and hope the offers come in.
I'm not always super confident about things. I prefer to say I'm a realist. This is the type of situation you really need to be an optimist about to get through. But here I am. By everyone's standards, I'm smart, I'm educated, I'm hard working, and I'm unemployed.
S.
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