work stuff

 Once upon a time, long time ago, I was fired by a person who had been a coworker and friend who was then promoted to  supervisor. She planned it, she orchestrated it, she did it on purpose, but at the same time, she sat there and cried as she fired me, just before the holidays, right before I was set to meet my sweetie's family in person for the first time. I felt so much disgust and contempt at her display of unprofessionalism and hypocrisy and felt embarrassment and shame that i was going to meet his family as an unemployed loser. 

 

And, as always, whenever I've left a crazy, toxic, dysfunctional situation, I always found something better in some way. Not perfect, but better. (more money, closer to home, better benefits, what have you)

 

Today our manager at the place where I'm a contractor had an unscheduled meeting to let us know that her head count for our project had been reduced to 14 and therefore many of us won't be finishing out our contracts. Our contact at the temp agency will be reaching out to let us know what's up. She was fighting back tears and felt very emotional. I wasn't angry or disgusted at all with her because somewhere along the way I've learned not to take stuff like that personally. Even if she had a hand in making the decision and choosing who stays and who goes, and feels terrible about it, it's got nothing to do with me and I don't feel rejected, offended, or unfairly judged.  

 

It also helps that I have a decent amount of savings, a spouse who is secure in his job, and was (am) looking forward to a little break for my birthday and maybe sometime through June, hopefully some time with my brother A assuming he is released from prison on schedule as expected. My stepdad and mom don't travel anymore so if his parole allows I may roadtrip up there to visit for a bit. We shall see.  No worries, no worries at all.  And I'm glad that life occasionally gives me these opportunities to come full circle and realize that I'm actually growing and getting better, as stuck and stagnant as I feel at times.