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.