Just in general -
Aug. 15th, 2003 08:26 pmI remember getting two jobs through an agency the summer I graduated from college.
I had each of them exactly a month. Each of them ended exactly the same.
"I'm sorry, but it's just not working out."
I found out later that after a month, the agency was asking my new boss for a shitpot load of money - and at the time, I wasn't a justifiable placement for that much. Grunt blunt.
It wasn't me. It was never me. It had nothing to do with me as a person. Or my job performance.
And this shit happens.
I came home from the second termination hotter than hell and miserable.
Cliff threw me in the pool, fully-clothed. I came up spitting, pissed as hell.
So he threw me in again. When I came up for air, he stood at the side of the pool and told me to cool off. Or he would do it again.
I weighed my options and decided to give it some consideration. While I did this, he then informed me that I would find another job, and this was not the end of the world. It sucked, sure - but cool off, cheer up and go find another job.
Yes, I remember what I wearing. A dress, stockings and sandals. I didn't even lose my glasses going in and out of the pool twice.
Drowned rat.
And yes, I got another job. Almost immediately. And that, as they say, is history.
You spend any time getting polluted, kicking yourself...killing yourself...you are wasting time. Wasting time you could be spending doing anything else but hating yourself. These things happen. You are not your job. You will find another one. Trust me on this. I don't care how bad the economy is. You will find something. The only bitch is you don't know right now what it is. Been there too.
Kick ass, keep moving and don't stop until you find another job. It's really hard to hit a moving target.
You do anything else, it's a death spiral.
I had each of them exactly a month. Each of them ended exactly the same.
"I'm sorry, but it's just not working out."
I found out later that after a month, the agency was asking my new boss for a shitpot load of money - and at the time, I wasn't a justifiable placement for that much. Grunt blunt.
It wasn't me. It was never me. It had nothing to do with me as a person. Or my job performance.
And this shit happens.
I came home from the second termination hotter than hell and miserable.
Cliff threw me in the pool, fully-clothed. I came up spitting, pissed as hell.
So he threw me in again. When I came up for air, he stood at the side of the pool and told me to cool off. Or he would do it again.
I weighed my options and decided to give it some consideration. While I did this, he then informed me that I would find another job, and this was not the end of the world. It sucked, sure - but cool off, cheer up and go find another job.
Yes, I remember what I wearing. A dress, stockings and sandals. I didn't even lose my glasses going in and out of the pool twice.
Drowned rat.
And yes, I got another job. Almost immediately. And that, as they say, is history.
You spend any time getting polluted, kicking yourself...killing yourself...you are wasting time. Wasting time you could be spending doing anything else but hating yourself. These things happen. You are not your job. You will find another one. Trust me on this. I don't care how bad the economy is. You will find something. The only bitch is you don't know right now what it is. Been there too.
Kick ass, keep moving and don't stop until you find another job. It's really hard to hit a moving target.
You do anything else, it's a death spiral.
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Date: 2003-08-15 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-15 09:14 pm (UTC)And nice LJ layout.
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Date: 2003-08-15 09:27 pm (UTC)May I add you as a friend?
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Date: 2003-08-16 07:54 am (UTC)How true it is....
Date: 2003-08-15 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-15 09:28 pm (UTC)Mary MMM
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Date: 2003-08-15 09:33 pm (UTC)I have to always remind myself, they're the arses, and I'm not a bad worker. Fortunately, I generally have memories of the people directly supervising me heaping me with praise whilest the higher-ups told me I wasn't needed anymore, that I was out sick too much, that I had been getting complaints against me from other coworkers... (who never, of course, actually told ME they didn't like what I talked to other peeps on break about or how I set up my desk or my hair or whatever the fuck it was the supervisor was telling me they'd been hearing about for weeks and that was going to lead to a suspension if I didn't stop IMMEDIATELY)
I once wrote in to a paper about it... it really IS no wonder young people have such esteem issues and lack of motivation for jobs considering the only jobs inexperienced kids get these days are temp ones, and how temps are lower than cockroaches....
Mergh.
I still have to fight down urges to blame myself in the end- or to take baseball bats into the places that ditched me. Eheh.
"Hey, no one's hiring me NOW, so a criminal record for assault and battery can't make things much worse!"
That last bit's a joke, of course. Sorta. G'heh.
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Date: 2003-08-16 07:57 am (UTC)And I still found work. Bwahahahaaaa.....
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Date: 2003-08-15 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-16 02:05 am (UTC)Cliff was wise. I wish I could have known him.
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Date: 2003-08-16 06:46 am (UTC)