As selfish as it sounds, you never really seem to understand (or sometimes pay attention) things until they happen to you.
Last week, my Destination Manager pulls me into her office,
sits me down.
And proceeds to tell me that my position will be “absorbed into the Las Vegas office as of September 5.”
“I’m laid off?” I pathetically half asked, semi whispered.
“I’m really sorry,” she says. And proceeds to tell me a few nice things which I really wish I was really listening to. I was too busy wallowing in the fact that for a month, I would still have to report to work for a place that is getting rid of me.
“Do you want the job in Vegas?” she asks.
Shit. How did the conversation turn that way?
“No, I don’t think I need to sleep on that question,” I say.
“Yeah, I’d rather retire in Vegas,” she says. I’m not sure if she’s trying to make light of it to make me feel better.
I know this is a very familiar story for many, and I feel for you who’ve been here. It could definitely be an exciting time, where I can go off and do what I always wanted to do, find the career or path that I never thought of, surf a lot perhaps, be excited for a little break from work if you will. Shit, I could go Zumba everyday.
But the feeling of rejection and maybe even a little loss of confidence in myself professionally is sticking in my gut.
“It’s nothing personal, just business.”
That’s what people say when it’s not personal to them.