Getting Fired From a Bad Job, Can Be a Good Thing
So you get a job. It
pays just fine. Could be better, but
it’s scale and okay. Checks come in
every week, or month, whatever – regularly.
A person gets used to that. With
intelligent planning, a person can learn to live within a budget and make it
work. And, time goes by. Times goes by and soon enough, a lot of time has gone by.
Any thoughts of a career – or, at least, a career that has
an upward curve, begin to fade. “As long
as you can’t be replaced, you can’t get (or the bosses, won’t) promoted.” You fill a niche, you become a special cog.
Your life becomes the ole
treadmill. Same time every day, same
days every week, same weeks every year – year after year.
It seems life
becomes a plod. You become
a plodder. Driving the same road, the same times, back
and forth. Coffee becomes a food group.
Then, one day, somebody says something; they say something in particular that forces an epiphany down your coffee-sore
throat. Nobody above you in the employment situation you are in, respects
you. Nobody. Bosses, Supervisors
– nobody who could project your career path upward, gives a damn about
you.
No one around you can do what you do. Years of dedication and experience are
totally taken for granted. You get the scale salary upgrades, the minimum raises every year, but not really
anything else. Mistakes are reprimanded;
amazing accomplishments are looked at as passé
(rarely, almost never, any praise). And,
then there is that thing somebody says
that just slaps you upside the head – “These people don’t really give a shit about me.”
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And. And. And. And,
that stews in your brain for a long
time. Too long, really. Your conversation starts to become a bit sharp.
Your patience becomes razor thin.
Soon enough, they not only don’t they respect you, they begin to
actively dislike you.
And. And. And. And,
one day it snaps. You are pushed out of the car; moving at a high speed you are shoved out of the moving vehicle.
Scraping, tumbling, chewed up by the roadside gravel and trash; you
eventually slam into the curb and realize that “it’s over.” What was
a good job became a bad job (for
you, anyway) and then you are no longer in that job. Once the wounds are cleaned, the bits of
gravel are removed, the cuts and bruises have healed or scarred over, you have
another epiphany; this was actually a
good
thing.
A sack of sand has been lifted from your shoulders. When you wake up in the morning, the concept
of driving into a tree has become sort of faint. Although you now have a new set of problems,
mostly financial, there is a sense of destiny
you had not felt in so long. While life
has suddenly become kind of scary, at
least life has now become living again. The scars from being chucked out of that
moving vehicle will remain with you forever, but now there is a future that has become a real
future. It is now up to you to find that
new future. Being ignored actually feels better
than being disrespected. And yes, not
being respected does feel like being disrespected. One and the same – really.
You have to become the warrior
again. You have to stay in the game
and you have to fight back hard. But, the ones who win are the ones who never give up. Progress is only made by forcing yourself to
go around the next bend in the river.
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