Yeah, so yesterday, I got blindsided… I started a new job 4 weeks ago, without warning and with no explanation, they called me into the office and told me “management decided you aren’t the right fit”.
I have a hunch why they did this to me, but I’m so shocked, and angry and a flood of other emotions. But I’m taking this experience and running with it. As cheesy as this is: TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE.
Great Expectations for 2017
2017 was supposed to be different, I finally got divorced, I got this new job, my finances were coming together… this was gonna be my damn year. Getting fired was not part of the equation, I’ve been gainfully employed with very few lapses since the day I turned 16. I’m a worker bee, I was raised by a single mother with no second income and a deadbeat dad who never paid child support. If I wanted things, I just had to work and earn them for myself. I’m super grateful for the mentality that gave me, but it’s a double edge sword because education was never pushed on me. Going to school and getting good grades were never priorities because cell phone bills, car insurance and gas money were my 16-year-old reality.
Fast forward to 2010 after years of working retail and odd jobs, I landed a job at an animal hospital as a Veterinary Technician, I was so stoked! Anyone who knows me knows I might hate the majority of humans, but I love animals. For a long time, this was a dream job. I loved going to work, every day was an adventure, I was helping sick animals and homeless pets, it felt really great. After a while, the sparkle dulled, I was working 40 hours a week, for a man making 500k a year or more, and here I can’t even afford a studio apartment. I decided in 2015 to go to school to get my esthetician license because my background had always been doing makeup, and I saw it as a way to break out of employee-dom and into employer-dom or at least self-employed haha.
And then, I struggled, I was so excited to have this fresh new esthetician license, I did it, I worked 40 hours a week while going to school 25 hours a week afterward in the evenings for 8 months. It was hard. But I did it! But the reality set in that I couldn’t handle the idea of giving up that steady 9-5 income, the reliability of a set paycheck and hourly wage. What if I can’t build a clientele? What if people cancel on me? The possibilities were overwhelming to me and I couldn’t fathom giving up a job for the unknown reality of the industry.
I stayed at the animal hospital for a while longer, 6 years 8 months in total, until I just couldn’t do it any longer. I decided to start looking for a new job, something maybe in a similar field but with more of a managerial role, or administrative background, something that would give me an edge and move me in a different direction. It didn’t take long to get a job offer at a specialty animal clinic as the front office manager, I gave notice and started the adventure.
And Now What?
Here I am, on a weekday morning, and I’m sitting in bed, and I have NOTHING to do. What is this? I have nothing to do Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday… WHAT?
Here’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to take this sour ass lemon life handed me, and I’m going to make the BEST lemonade you ever tasted, it might even have some booze in it, who knows. I’m not going to give into corporate America, to greedy humans, I’m not gonna sell my soul for a paycheck. I would rather be broke and happy than be broke and employed by some shit heads who don’t give two shits about me.
I’m going to pursue my esthetician career, do eyelash extensions, share myself with all you awesome people and make sleaze dolls the greatest thing that ever happened, ride motorcycles, go to lots of concerts and be the happiest motherfucker you’ve ever met. This is a blessing, I’m a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, and this is not going to break me, in fact, it’s making me.