I got fired from my job.
I was offered 2 other positions in the area.
One was back to sales.
The other, an admin job.
It was important enough that my manager's boss had the talk with me.
He's cool. He says he's from Long Island, but he's a Jersey Boy for sure.
I asked him if I could think about it.
He brought in my manager who spilled about another admin opportunity that might have opened up.
The instant she said it, my heart stopped.
It didn't make sense, they just fired a bunch of admins from that office, how could they have an open spot???
I went to my gym, I had my workout for the first time in a week.
I went home and had tapioca pudding with cool whip on top while I watched Grey's Anatomy and painted my toe nails for the first time since I got here.
I tried calling everyone I could think of that might appreciate my situation, make me feel better, tell me to start freaking out or tell me this is what it is.
No one answered my calls, or even replied to a text.
By 11pm, I realized it was time to think about this, got online to check out the competitive market, thought about the 3 positions with the company I'd been offered, thought about all the places I'd wanted to move but didn't because of the commute, thought of how I was told I'd take on the work of 2 fired people 3 weeks ago so I could keep my job and how I had just gotten ok with my world the way it is and that I'd gotten fired. Again. By a Jersey Boy, in this company again.
I checked my bank accounts, to solidify options.
I decided everything would be ok, because the last time I was blindsided by being tossed by a Jersey Boy in this company, I had the same amount of money as I will after Thursday's paycheck. Even after I pay rent.
I looked at the calendar. Thursday also marks the 6 month anniversary of me pulling into Jersey to call it my new home.
When all said and done, I'm still not in actual belief of how it's all come down on me.
I guess I should be flattered that life thinks I'm ready for growth spurts every 6 months. I guess I won't be bitter that I wanted change so ferociously for so long and now I get it. I'll bite my tongue at the vile things I want to say about how this job was never what I moved out here to take and that I resent how my trying to work instead of gossip in this office has surely played a part in this. And I'll not begrudge my manager for so obviously making mine the disposable job, giving all the cross trained back up duties to the newest girl to the team, and for her not giving me any clue that this might happen after I looked her in the face 3 weeks ago and asked to be told directly if I needed to be looking for a new job.
When all is said and done, I don't have time for all that bullshit.
So, I got fired, and??? It's happened before, and it's been nothing but the very best thing for me because it lets me do what I need to in order to launch my life to the next step.
This job, it was a stepping stone to get me here. It was the easiest option I had at the time and I needed to get to the east coast.
My sister had called while I was wondering if I was centered or crazy for not panicing to be let go when every company is downsizing and the market is actually flushed with reasonable competition, she reminded me of the things I was excited to do when I got to the east coast that I hadn't even attempted to do since I got here.
And, after having a conversation with my manager Friday morning, and my new manager Friday afternoon, I was free to actually get excited about this change.
So, here we have Sassy in Jersey, 2.0, with commutes on public transportation, pouring over subway maps, and ensuring all metro passes are readily available, because friends,
I've got a new job right smack in the midst of New York City!!!!!!