My oh my, has it been an interesting few days. Many changes have been brewing for some time now but I got a push like no other last Friday.
I went in to work. Just like I would on any other routine Friday. Happy for the weekend and just willing myself to get through the last day of a tedious week. About noon, my boss calls me into his office. Prompts me to shut the door. I comply. He motions for me to have a seat. Again, I comply. He then says:
"Onedia, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to let you go."
I give him some variation of the look you're giving the screen right now but I'm not on the verge of a nervous breakdown or anything quite so dramatic. He then goes into the whys of it...something along the lines of him restructuring the office and being unable to "afford" me. He proceeds to tell me how much sleep he's lost over this decision and how he's grappled with it for weeks (all while smiling up in my face ki-ki-ing it up might I add). He tells me he seems more devastated over it than I appear to be. I'm givin' him the look like "Dude? Really? Devastated? I highly doubt it." But I let him do his little song and dance about how sad he is. I tell him: "It's not that I don't care. That's just life. I gotta keep it movin'."
He looked at me like I was crazy, obviously expecting me to break down and either beg him to reconsider or run away crying with my tail between my legs. Not I said the cat. Or in this case, said Miss White. A job is a job is a job. In this day and age, it isn't lost on me how few people are blessed to be employed. Hell, up until about a week ago I was one of 'em. But I do believe everything happens for a reason and I've been in a process of moving closer to my destiny for some time now. Sort of at a crossroads.
It may sound a little cheesy, but I'm beyond the point of caring how my goals and aspirations sound to other people. I'm becoming more of myself and I realize with conviction that I gotta do me. One monkey don't stop no show, and being that I'm the star of mine, I'll call cut when I'm good and ready. And I've just called action.
Everyone that I've told about my being laid off greeted me with a shocked: "OMG!!" or an "Are you okay??" Little did they know that I know an opportunity when I see one. I'm in my final year of undergrad, I'm soon to be pursuing my masters degree, and I'm finding my way as far as career and self fulfillment are concerned. I told my loved ones, "I'm good. When one door closes, another one opens." I'm ready to walk through this door. To take a step towards the rest of my life and where I'm supposed to be. Anyone who is going through this or may have gone through this, all I can say is: Faith in God and in yourself can get you farther than you think. I thank God everyday for mine.
Who knew that losing a job could feel like gaining a future?