I know I still need to update you on the awesomeness that Denver was, but this week’s turn of events has other ideas.
I’ve been an active member of the workforce since April 19th, 1997. I’ve had more than my fair share of jobs, but I’ve never been fired or laid off from one. Until now.
In August, the company I was working for let us know that they were planning to file for bankruptcy. The scarce details that they gave us at the time didn’t bother me – it seemed like they knew what was going on and what was happening. They gave us all the usual snowballing, “we don’t expect to lose any employees, business as usual, stay positive,” etc. etc. etc. I was fine. I knew it would be fine.
But then a few weeks later, they filed and things started to change. We couldn’t spend money on advertising (my job was to design the ads). I had to run any social media content I intended to post past our attorney (my job was posting on our social media sites). We had to disclose the bankruptcy to all potential buyers (my job was to greet all new prospects and follow up with them). Hmm. Well what the heck is my job now? My days that were so busy I couldn’t stand it turned into me surfing the Internet for 8 hours simply due to lack of anything better to do.
My gut kicked in the day I left for my trip to Denver, when several people came by to say goodbye to me. At first, I assumed there was a misunderstanding – “I’m just going on vacation,” I said. “Oh, Okay,” they replied. But something wasn’t right about it and I knew it. I came back to find out that all of the people that came to say goodbye had been let go.
A week later, I came into the office after my days off. I opened up the computer and things looked fishy. My heart started pounding as I looked for clues to what I had missed. As soon as I opened up the file that had my time sheet in it, I knew. My schedule for my upcoming work days had been replaced with an out time of 12:30 that day. Today’s my last day.
Half an hour later, it was official. I was brought into the conference room, delivered the news and my final paycheck. I wasn’t surprised, but the shock still hit me and I cried. A LOT.
But by the time I got home, I was fine.
Being laid off was great. It gave me the opportunity to finish all of my outstanding photography projects, and start some new ones. It’s going to allow me to move back to Denver right away instead of working another summer at the course. It saves me the stress of working for (yet another) company that is struggling. It gives me back my weekends with my daughter.
For the past few days, all I have been getting are condolences from my former coworkers. I’m sorry that I’m out of a job, sure. But the truth is, I’m totally okay with it.