A Penny For My Thoughts

So What Happens Now?

By Paul Wein

On Tuesday of this week – my company and I parted ways. I will not go into details as to why because the truth is – I was not given much information as to why this happened. But what I can say is that a job that I hoped would last until I am old enough to retire is now gone. But as of Tuesday – I had no choice but to come to the realization that now, Julie and I both moved to New Jersey for this job – and we are now trapped here with nothing…

,,,so what happens now?

To be honest, I am numb since I heard the news. While Julie is a justifiable mess – what happened has not officially sunk in yet for me. In fact, on Wednesday morning – I woke up about 6:00am and was worried that I would not be ready in time and be late for work – only to remember that I no longer have a job. I have left jobs before and even been fired from one – but nothing has been harder than having to walk away from this one.

The sad part is – I gave my all for this company. Whether I took a vacation day, a comp day, or a sick day – I still worked from home. Not because I was asked to – but because I wanted to. I wanted nothing more than to work for this company long enough to be able to get a gold watch as a retirement present – but sadly – that is no more.

But while I am devastated – I promise that I will move on. I am a good worker who really gives a damn about the job I have. I will not allow this company to put the full breaks on my career – instead – I will show them that I can overcome this…

…and wind up in a better position then when I was with them.

In the end, I am truly sad and sorry that we parted ways, but if I stay as sad as I have been this week for the rest of my life – they will win – and I cannot allow that.

Oscar Wilde once said, “The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.”

I guess that is what I will have to do.

Wish me luck.

“Time and time again, I’ve said that I don’t care.
That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through.
But every time it matters – all my words desert me,
so anyone can hurt me – and they do.
Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know.
Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow.
I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion.
But that’s no consolation…
…here and now.”

Evita – Another Suitcase In Another Hall