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It was just 7:30am – I was fired!

 
** I was only there for 30 minutes and then I got FIRED!

It was only 7:30am – there I was with a pink slip in my hand for the most disturbing and humiliating reason…

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It was early morning on the Monday after Thanksgiving in 2007. Though my mind was foggy from a long weekend of celebrations, I raced into work excited about the holiday season, the decorations that lined the neighborhood streets and houses, and even the major initiative I was about to kick off with colleagues all around the world.

The parking lot of our corporate headquarters was already buzzing with cars racing for the first open spot and folks trotting into the front doors heading straight for the café for their early morning coffee fix.

So, I’m not the only one excited for the holiday season, I thought to myself.

Thirty-minutes later, following an unexpected and surprise face-to-face with my mentor of 12 years, I found myself breaking through the front doors of the building as if I was a thoroughbred on Kentucky Derby Day.

There I stood, shivering from the cold, in the middle of that same parking lot with a pink slip in my hand and carrying a single box of my twenty-five-year career.

It was only 7:30 a.m. and the only thing I could hear was “You’re fired” echoing in my ears.

As if a tidal wave stormed over me, tears flowed down my face.

What the hell!! How can my mentor of twelve years fire me?

Frantic, I paced back and forth in front of my car, still holding that box, trying to make sense of it all.

Turning back toward the building trying to make sense of it all, there were folks standing at the window. I can only imagine what they were thinking.

As my mind raced like that thoroughbred, my blood was beginning to boil over, and my breath deepened and became labored.

Shit! I made that guy, and he has the nerve to throw me out like dirty bath water. Who the hell is he to…

My head was spinning as anger, confusion and a strange wave of exhilaration rushed over me.

What are people going to say?

What is my family going to think?

What is my dad going to think?

As if I was about to faint, face down, in front of everyone passing by and watching my meltdown, my mind suddenly went blank like a computer whose mother board just crashed. My heart ached a pain I had never experienced before.

I opened the truck to my car and threw the box inside and slammed it shut.

F*ck.

F*ck.

F*ck

I jumped into my car and tore out of the parking lot I made daily visits to every weekday for 12 years, never imaging it would be the last time.

That day of fear, anger, confusion, betrayal, and even exhilaration was the most liberating experience of my 47 years. What came day two set me on a course that would transform my entire being.

What event or experience in your life, as hard or painful as it was at that point in time, turned out to be the most powerful, life changing, event in your lifetime?

Every experience, no matter the pain or joy felt, teaches us, even blesses us, with something. It doesn’t have to be life changing, but it could be life enriching. Consider the pains and joys in your life and the blessings and/or lessons they gave you.

It is f’ing amazing!!

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