Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. -Janis Joplin, Me and Bobby McGee
I feel a voluminous calmness now.
I “lost” my job yesterday. Except, I didn’t lose it. I gave it back.
They actually asked me — after firing me — to provide them an SOP of how I do the job so they could have my coworkers follow it.
When I was recruited, it was as a team lead. Upon being hired, they changed that and then told I am the same as everyone else, the same but expected to do more.
I was lateral and when I said we needed a concurrence from the boss on the services we offered, I was told, “I thought you were all professionals”.
“I thought you were all professionals”
Hell no I’m not working for you.
I actually wrote the job description when being recruited and then was told that it doesn't matter what’s in the job description. It has been humiliating.
It has been humiliating.
My CV looks like crap. I’ve been bouncing around for two years now. But I’m following my intuition and my unhappiness led me here to Medium, which is a platform that saved my life and provided me a kinship with other writers, many of them powerful poets and alchemists.