That’s right. Said ‘goodbye’ to another job yesterday.
We no longer require your services
You’re out of here
This is as far as we can go
It was bound to happen. In fact, last we met I had had an incident with some twat. I figured the ice was getting a bit thinner underfoot then.
I had brushed off the resume and started paying more attention to my daily job alerts. yes, I still had them coming. I know myself all too well.
I tried really hard not to ‘clap back’ as the kids say. It’s just too tempting.
First is the returning of work with all these cunty, sanctimonious comments. I’d had enough last time.
Then the facebook communication page. It’s fucking amazing to me how many 20 somethings suffer from PTSD.
“OMG! I can’t access the website I need and it triggered my PTSD!” Said one. Seriously. Never left Nebraska, but there it is. perhaps there was that incident with the cow in the cornfield.
I don’t mean to make light, because she may well have all kinds of trauma, but when they all piled all with their, ‘mee too’ bullshit, I was out.
I won’t go into the sordid details but of course, I was in the wrong. No matter.
It just happened yesterday but as soon as I got the email, I felt the cold clamp of fear and dread start tightening its grip.
It never leaves; it just hides in waiting. Waiting for us to trip and it can pounce.
I’m trying to remain optimistic, it’s early days, yet. But I think a bit of panic is needed to get the fire started.
I don’t think I have the wherewithal to visit that dark place again.
But I have felt things shifting in my universe and my solar plexus and so I’m not all that surprised or even upset.
The money aspect is the worst. That panic. Not again.