Pity Party Time Everyone! I just chilled the Champagne!
Yeah. Tonight I’m having the bubbly for a Pity Party!
I got fired!
The past two positions I held were positions in which my administrative skills were used to their fullest advantage. However, both companies that I worked for closed their doors. It doesn’t hurt so much when a company folds or cuts back. You know that job loss is through no fault of your own.
But when your employer calls you into their office, closes the door and sits across from you, not behind their desk, and starts talking in a monotone, like Miss Clavel of the Madeline books states, “Something is not right!”
The second my new, and I might add, rather nice, boss took me into her office and closed the door behind me, I knew something was not right!
My new job seemed to be going really well. I seemed to be getting along well with my co-workers and liked them. I had a good feeling that we were going to be a stellar team. I caught onto the administrative tasks very easily. I had no issue learning their computer programs too! Actually, it was fun!
After two weeks of being told I was doing a great job, I felt good. I had, in my memory, a good deal of the tour memorized. I was looking forward to assisting as a tour guide! I even did a great job of driving the tram on my practice runs! Helping with the tours would be a great side task of my administrative duties! And it would allow me to be the center of attention. We all know that I love attention!
In my mind, I imagined myself to be the best administrative assistant of all time! I would try to enter every single contact onto a listing for future mail merges. I would organize my entire area so that everything could be within reach. I would be able to compose fantastic correspondence! But most of all, I would be a part of an exuberant and exciting team!
Um….I guess I was being delusional. Again!
I didn’t “pass” the task of phone sales and bookings.
I’m not used to “sales”. I’m not like THIS guy, but I’m just not sure of myself after just a couple of days! I may be a quick learner for many things, but I needed more phone time!
After a couple of days of phone inquiries and many callers’ questions about the many offerings and pricings that were offered, it was felt I couldn’t quite get the “hang” of the phone sales tasks. I was “let go”. I was “fired”.
Like that bad puzzle piece, that’s me! I’m just not a good fit for ANYTHING!
But instead, was told I wasn’t the right “fit”. I suppose employers need to be politically correct and use phrases that are gentle and kind–such as one not being the right fit. But when you get down to it–it’s being fired!
Hopefully, my next fortune cookie will give me better news!
It is a humbling experience, though to lose a job because of “fit”.
I’m NOT that person who gets fired! “Fired” isn’t part of my track record. Not being a good “fit” is a verbal slap across the face for me. And it stings. And it hurts. And it is emotionally crippling!
Just what do employers truly seek in their staff? My work ethic is great. I arrived early, never made a mad dash for the door and didn’t question working on Saturday. I didn’t even question the large drop in salary. Medical benefits weren’t offered, but I have my Obamacare, so it was cool. I did what I had to do in order to be re-employed. Most days I worked through lunch.
It’s weird. I’m not angry; I’m just sad and perplexed! And I am sad because I really liked the woman I worked for. A lot!
It scares me to think that I was not a good “fit” because I was not able to grasp a task after a couple of days. Is it me? Just where do I belong? Am I that much of a loser because I was let go after two weeks?
I’ll tell you, when I arrived home after being given the heave-ho, I was extremely composed. I was greeted by my little buddy, Chippy. I went upstairs to change. Bonaparte was out with clients so I had the house to myself.
It was awful–having to tell my Bonaparte that I got fired! OMG. I was so ashamed. I got upset when I told Oona too! I cannot even bring myself to tell my sons yet! Waaaaaa!
I called the unemployment offices and as soon as Debbie answered, I started crying and sobbing like a baby who needed a change! That’s when I lost it! Oh my god, I felt like such an ass! But I needed to get that out! The cry made me feel much better!
Every once in a while, you can come across an empathetic soul. Empathy came in the form of Debbie from PA Unemployment. She comforted me, and told me everything would be fine. She said what is done is done so I don’t need to make my eyes red or my nose runny. She explained she was there to help me and would assist me in reinstating my unemployment benefits.
Well, on the positive side, I met my original personal goal of becoming employed before my original unemployment benefits ran out. Now I have a few more weeks of additional benefits.
AND, it’s a good thing I didn’t cancel my hair appointment for this coming Saturday with Adam!
Bonaparte and I will be having a nice trip to France too.
So I’ll channel my inner Scarlett O’Hara and say “After all, tomorrow is another day!”
Scarlett and I are a lot alike! After all, tomorrow ISs another day to start to think about me!
Hey. It’s all good—right? Sure is–now I can get back to my favorite thing–writing in my blog and having fun. And playing with makeup. And packing for my trip!
Oh. And note to self—don’t look for any more positions on Craigslist!
I’m happy I have my blog readers to make me feel I’m worth something! Thanks! XOXOXOXO!
Once again, it’s time to get back to unemployment status and to listen to my favorite unemployment song. Assedic! EEz French–so eet sounz much better!