Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Oh, Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me?
The Mamas and the Papas
And as I write this, it isn’t even over…..
My heart stopped today and then it tore a bit. The Hunter was, without warning or just cause, fired from his dream job today – on a Monday morning no less. He was brought into the office by his new boss, who has been on the job for about two months, and fired in front of his brand new supervisor, who has been on the job for about three weeks. Apparently the company’s top dog didn’t like the Hunter, so the new boss is firing the Hunter rather than standing up to the top dog. It makes no sense to us. There was absolutely no warning – it was a complete ambush. The cause they used was weak and one that would usually result in perhaps some counseling if even that, but the boss, when the Hunter suggested this, said that he didn’t have time to do that. His supervisor cried out, “Boss, what are you doing??” because he didn’t even know this was coming.
It all doesn’t really matter – the Why, the empathy, the reason. They betrayed the Hunter. This great job for which we moved out of my cozy townhouse and set ways is gone. The funny thing is that I am happy about the move and have no regrets about it. I just feel so hurt and anguished about the Hunter. He’s a good man who was working diligently and giving it his all. He got more done than his predecessor and was well-regarded, or so we thought. Words cannot describe my anguish and anxiety over his situation. Words cannot describe my anger at his now former employer to have treated him so shabbily. Welcome to corporate America, I suppose. I just want to call his former boss and the top dog and rant at them, but it will do no good. I want answers, but in today’s legally-charged environment, answers will not be provided. All I know is that the boss will provide a letter of recommendation. Wow, I’ll believe it when I see it.
I look back on the times I have been fired and once when my Ex was fired the week after our first child was born. He was actually given a month to find a job before they cut the strings, but every firing has always been horrible in its own unique way. Every time, I have been fired it’s not because I have done something so grossly incompetent, but simply a change in management who comes in and cleans house. Every time it has been a blow to my ego and made me sit down and re-group, re-think how I want to live my life. The last firing was five years ago this summer. It was due to a new manager who was brought in to whip our office into shape and force us to conform to the corporate norms. I knew I would be fired within about 30 days of her entrance and sure enough, I lasted 6 months, long enough to make some contingency plans after a lovely bout of denial.
I feel a lot of anxiety right now. I am in the planning stages of launching my own company; money is tight already for me even without the company launch. I cannot postpone my launch for very long. Once I re-negotiated my position last summer with my boss, he has shut down on me. I have become an income stream and no longer a valued partner. I took his assistant out to lunch with my teammate and she vomited so many disconcerting things that I was rocked to my core and began the earnest planning of my own firm immediately. My teammate was similarly aghast and she will be joining me.
Everything is up in the air. Everything is spinning and now I need money. Lots and lots of money, so I better get back to work and make some because my lottery ticket didn’t win this week.