Wings
Hi friends,
I have two days left to work at the job I’ve had for 23 years, and let me tell you, I’m a-swirl with emotion.
A little over a month ago, the company came to us and told us “our role would be changing”, and offered severance packages to any who would take it. A week later, they said that the role would be going away entirely, but they would be offering entry level sales positions for anybody who stayed. We were told that the work we do now would be replaced by a combination of AI and offshoring….and then they went radio silent, refused to clarify or answer any questions, and left us to make our choice.
Let me tell you friends, I was, and remain, scared. On the one side, to stay I would be agreeing to shift work, a huge reduction in pay, possible relocation, and work I consider morally repugnant. The rumour was that the sales positions would be in our companies new for-profit health care division. I want no part of that.
Leaving would mean giving up my benefits, seniority, a regular paycheck, and a bunch of other things…
Given the fact that the company would not tell us what was going to happen, beyond vague threats of a dark future, I made the choice to leave.
I’ve been steadily employed for 42 years. I’ve provided for my family. I’ve contributed to society. I’ve had a purpose. Come Tuesday, I’ll have none of that.
I’ve never been one to tie my identity to my job. I did what I did for the paycheck. I feel I did it with care, and honour, and during my working hours, with my whole self, but at the end of a work day, I put the job to bed and lived the life I wanted. But now, I don’t know. I’m not even out the door, and I’m feeling like I’ve failed, as a person. I’m worried I won’t find another job, which at my age is not an unreasonable consideration…
…all of which to say, I think I’m gonna open an Only Fans, hope you all sign up!
Just kidding.
Maybe become an Instagram Influencer?
Work on that Novel?
Finally get the last few tracks for my album layed down?
Be one of those chess guys in the park?
Start a doomsday cult?
Mary Kay? I would look killingly good in a pink Cadillac.
Really, the future is an endless vista of possibilities.
Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked
Never have I ever reblogged so fast
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Saturday nonsense.
I’m making Yorkshire puddings because I saw some on “Diners, Drive ins, etc” I have no roast beef, or gravy, or anything that goes with them, but by gosh, Imminna eat ‘em.