It’s been a couple of weeks, so it’s finally safe for me to address the simmering resentment underscoring my limp bank account.
I got fired.
I wish I could say it was unexpected, but if I were to be honest with myself it had been coming for a few weeks. If I’ve got one flaw that can be sometimes shown in a positive light, it’s how I don’t
know when like to give up.
It’s rather hard to keep a professional outlook when you’re unceremoniously demoted and immediately asked to continue in the same department which is suddenly managed by the CEO’s father-in-law. A department which you created, single-handedly, after seeing a vacant niche that begged to be filled. A department that was responsible for doubling product output under your command.
I do have various suspicions about why I was ultimately let go. Despite repeated assurances I was doing great, there was indeed a residual “something” that didn’t feel quite right. I can’t point to the exact moment things began going downhill, but I’m heavily suspicious of multiple events; chief among them is the time the owner balked at a shipment we received that mistakenly had a feminist symbol, and his subsequent near-coronary over its “Satanist imagery”. I probably shouldn’t have giggled, but I did. And, in retrospect, someone who thought the feminist symbol was a symbol of Satan probably wasn’t too keen on my own religious symbol – which, as I haven’t mentioned it yet, is Paganism (a symbol I’m sure you’re familiar with).
Regardless, I have no evidence our conflicting religions played a part in my termination, but I have a feeling it set the stage. Instead, what I currently have is a giant red-flag on my work history entitled “terminated for poor performance”.
I can argue until I suffocate that my performance wasn’t the issue (glowing reviews from superiors, personal work achievements, et al), but arguing does not pay the bills. The fact remains I was fired. Had I the foresight I might have avoided that blemish, but it’s there now and I have to figure out how to deal with it.
A lot of people are in the same boat. I usually resort to Google for pretty much everything, and the good news is that there are tons of articles on how to cope and how to keep moving forward. As much as I would like to land a career or a book deal that would show my previous employer what’s what, that likely only going to happen any time soon.
And, as much as I would like to put everything about my last bosses on a crank-it-to-eleven blast, I won’t. I like to think I’m better than that.