One Year Ago

One year ago today, I was lying in a hospital bed, extremely ill.  I got a phone call from my boss stating that due to my illness and subsequent missed days from work, he thought it best to “lay me off” so I can heal.  He gave me the option of returning to work at a lower position for lesser pay when HE thought I was ready.

Since that day, I have had a hard time dealing with this.  I thought that was the company I would retire with.  I thought I was doing a great job.  I thought I made great friends there.  But, I quickly found out that he didn’t think I was doing a great job (because of my illness) and that it was taking its toll on me.  (To which, I think is a bunch of crap.  I honestly believe he couldn’t afford my salary anymore.)  The “friends” I made there never contacted me, never sent me their well-wishes, never spoke to me again.  I suppose it was for the best as I know now how people really saw me, right?

I have since moved on to a different company and have realized a lot about myself.  My job is NOT my number one priority in my life anymore.  That previous company forced me to make me think that work was number one and family was number two (because it helped HIM to make his family number one and work number two).  No more working weekends, no more overtime, no more late nights.  I refuse to sacrifice my time with my husband and my daughter for work ever again.  I worked my ass off, giving up many nights and much of my personal time to work, only to be laid off when I was extremely sick.

I know I shouldn’t burn bridges and I know it would be completely unprofessional of me, but I would love to tell him what I think of him and his company.  I would love to see him fail.  That’s not mature of me, at all; nor is it Christian of me.

I am letting this go.  I will never again think negatively of my years spent with that company because its energy wasted.  Because of that experience, I know now what I really want to do in life (career-wise) and that my priorities in life are not material things. 

Perhaps I should say “thank you” if I ever saw him?