Frustrations ranging from the kitchen to my life with funny reblogs in between.
It’s been about 36 hours since I got the news. Things aren’t necessarily looking up but I got a needed reality check and understand the power of empathy. I’m making a list for myself, and possibly others, for how to deal with being let go.
1. Be Healthy
Cookie butter is the only junk food I allowed myself to buy. I’m sticking to my daily smoothies and home cooked meals. Primarily because I can’t afford to go out. More importantly, so the depression will be kept at bay as well as lethargy. If I start a diet of Cheetos and Oreos, which is tempting, the energy needed to improve myself and find a new job will be extinct. To make things turn around, I’ll need my health to get me through when my brain can’t.
2. Be Productive
There’s always a never-ending list of minor things that should be attended to. Now is the time to do them. My mind is constantly replaying scenarios and hypothesizing the worst. It shuts up once I start cleaning my room, cooking, or working on my grad school application. Being busy is a nice distraction from a dangerous, unproductive loop of negative thinking.
3. Seek Empathy, not Sympathy
Having someone who’s never been fired counseling you works to an extent. They don’t fully understand, they’re trying to make it better. Find someone who’s been there and relief will come sooner. I made a Facebook status, which is ballsy for a lurker like me, and it worked. I felt like I had to see if anyone else I knew had experienced what I did. Ignoring the troll of a friend I have, I learned a lot. It’s not the most common thing; having a handful who understand is better than being surrounded by those who don’t.
4. Limit the Job Hunt
Looking for a new job feels like rubbing salt into a wound. It needs to be done but for now, I can’t make myself spend all day looking. It’s too much too soon. A couple hours dedicated to finding jobs or a couple finds scattered throughout the day are enough to be productive but not hate myself.
That’s all I have for now. Time to find a marinade for chicken breasts.
If you have to label the food you have because the fridge is full and you’re the only one using, you have too much damn food.
In gymnastics, they teach you how to roll. In self defense or martial arts, they teach you how to fall. In school, they teach you history, math, etc. In college, they teach you about what you chose and how to get a job.
No one fucking teaches you how to react when you get fired.
My former employer decided to ‘move on to other copywriters’. Blindsided is an understatement for how I feel. Multiple ‘good jobs’ and ‘don’t be worried’s had been thrown my way. Then I was told to not come in until I got an email. Alright, I guess they’re picking the next project for me. Nope, after one week of barely any contact and another week of pestering for work before sheer boredom kills me, I get the foreshadowed email.
I don’t know what’s worse: getting fired or getting fired from WHAT I MAJORED IN. I may not have been at an ad agency but I was a copywriter. Let the questioning of ability, time spent at school, career choice, work ethic,talent, and overall being begin.
If I’m going to freelance, I have to write to the bone. The kitchen is in for a change. It’s not like I’ll lose my job or anything.