At 10:30 in the morning, I was sitting at my desk counting down the minutes until lunch. It turns out, just 20 minutes later I’d be driving home with a box of my stuff riding shotgun. It apparently doesn’t take much time to explain to someone that they were laid off as part of a “Reduction in Force.” While the HR rep explained some of the more tedious information about this change of events, I looked out the window and felt a huge wave of relief and excitement. So, no, this isn’t a sad story.
I wouldn’t admit it to anyone except myself at the time, but I didn’t enjoy my job. It was a position I sort of fell into and it sounded like it would be good, but it did nothing for me. I never wanted to talk to people about my job and I never was interested in anything I was doing. This job was not related at all to my majors in school or any of my interests.
Yeah, I could’ve quit, and I know that. All I could think of though was all the time and training they had put into me and how it looked better to be at a position for at least a year. So I was planning on staying and being miserable until December. Not ideal, but definitely doable for me. And then I would try to find a position related to what I want to do.
Now that I don’t have these mental and emotional restraints, I can get excited while job searching. I read these descriptions and try to imagine myself being in that position. This time I will find something I can feel passion for; this time I won’t settle for a job because it comes with a paycheck. Do you realize how exciting that is?
Don’t get me wrong, I worry about money every single day now. I basically live off of cans of soup and I’ll probably have to move back with my parents at the end of August. Unemployment is not exactly glamorous and I get bored, going about most of my day before talking to another human. Yet even with all of those negatives and stress, I feel so optimistic for my future, now that I’ve been laid off.