A Short Essay on Being Fired
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<p>Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. -Janis Joplin, Me and Bobby McGee</p>
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<p>I feel a voluminous calmness now.</p>
<h1>I “lost” my job yesterday. Except, I didn’t lose it. I gave it back.</h1>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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”.</p>
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<p><strong>“I thought you were all professionals”</strong></p>
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<p>Hell no I’m not working for you.</p>
<p>I actually wrote the job description when being recruited a<strong>nd then was told that it doesn't matter what’s in the job description</strong>. It has been humiliating.</p>
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<p><strong>It has been humiliating.</strong></p>
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<p>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.</p>
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