Losing My Job Was Like Being Handed A Future on a Silver Platter

Life has a way of kicking us in the pants to make us move

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I have only lost a job twice in my life. The first time was completely absurd and the second time? Absolutely forgivable.

Last week, I was permanently let go after a four-month layoff, and to be honest, I can’t blame them one bit. No business knows how to function properly during Covid.

After our second workplace shutdown and third city lockdown within a year, the powers that be needed to make some tough decisions. Keeping a full staff in limbo on a perpetual layoff is not sustainable.

So, they terminated several of us.

I don’t know how they decided who to let go of, nor do I care. The fact is that some of us had to take one for the team and begin to figure life out beyond the workplace that has been our social lives and circle of friends for years.

Rather than responding to it with anger, fear, or poor-me syndrome, I responded with compassion toward the team that had to make the decision. It couldn’t have been comfortable having to axe all of us one by one.

Walking out the door on my livelihood for the last time was a bit surreal, but I can’t lie, the invisible weight that rolled off my…