Unemployablog
Today was a weird day. Everyone drifted into work full of mental fog, the kind of mental fog that settles in between your ears when you’ve too little, stuck inside during 48 straight hours of torrential rains. Call it a mass vitamin D deficiency, everyone in the office today was off, me heartily included.
But over the course of small talk it gets attributed to Monday or the weather. I won’t rant about giving Monday a break, I did that last week, and the weather seems a safe bet, grey skies = grey insides, no?
But there was something else at work today as well.
I went in and out of meetings today, I had myself together, and felt good. But the last meeting shook me a little. Not for fear, but for sadness and the bizarre timbre it cast.
My worker buddy who oriented me, and did a lot to help me settle comfortably into my new job got fired. Everything was handled with padded walls and kid gloves, which really, is the only way to handle these sorts of things.
I feel fine about the whole thing, with a slight cast of being a leathery, salty veteran, but I also feel strange and sad. The office politics are fine, and my bosses are fine as well. But getting fired is akin to dying to a select group of people. It’s too bad, perhaps you went on to a better place, but apparently it was for the greater good.
I’m not cynical, or even upset, it’s just strange.
Coincidentally, on The Office, Roy got fired last week. But he tried to punch Jim.
So I think it has to be chalked up to coincidence.