Hello. I have been away.
I got hired for a job, worked two weeks in a chaotic environment because the office manager was out and no one was there to train me, jetted off to MN for a previously planned vacation to see family and friends, only to get off a flight at 2:30 a.m., wake up three hours later, go back to this new job, and find out that I was “not a good fit.” Zero feedback. There is nothing more disheartening than hearing in so many words that you are apparently not qualified to answer phones and smile at people…or not worth a company’s time to train in properly.
I am not really sure how to even talk about this, because I have never been let go before; but obviously this is all very embarrassing and frustrating, which are often two adjectives I find myself writing about in this blog. And somehow this is easier than phoning up everyone I know and saying, “Hey, remember that job I just excitedly told you about? Well, I spoke too soon…”
Sometimes life gives you lemons. Sometimes you find yourself recently fired, running on 3 hours of sleep—a result from the long night of travel before—without a ride because your husband (God bless him) has the car that day, wandering around a Bed, Bath, & Beyond trying to kill time and not weep unconsolably everytime a salesperson asks you, “are you doing all right over here?”
No, I am not. Do my bloodshot eyes give it away? But because I am Minnesotan and we bottle things up to be polite: “Yes, I’m fine,” as I pretend to be interested in looking at napkin holders.
Well, the point of this sad tale is that I am trying to make the proverbial lemonade out of this situation. When normally I would pass cliches like this by, these self-motivational wall signs caught my eye at B. B. & B.
I met a guy who was also Alaska-bound at the airport the other day who asked me what I did for a living, and I told him where I worked (or thought I still worked), but mentioned that I was an artist by night and therein lied my true interest. He perked up at “artist” and asked me if I would do more art if I didn’t have the day job and why didn’t I just try to make a go of my art career rather than working a 9-5 I wasn’t passionate about? Food for thought.
Perhaps this is all serendipity. I will keep you posted on the “lemonade” that hopefully results.
Artful | Hopeful 