When I wrote my Moms eulogy almost 6 years ago, I wrote a list of thank you’s.
A few were:
Thank you for your quick wit.
Thank you for cheering for us from the snack bar.
Thank you for always having Plan B.
One comes to mind tonight, thank you for teaching us, it’s ok to get knocked down, as long as you get back up.
Back in July, I was asked to take over a postion at work that the person doing that job walked out and left a huge freaking mess. I had little training and worked many many many nights and weekends to keep up because the trains don’t stop in that department. Oh and did I mention that I’m salary so all the extra time was for free. I asked for nothing in return, I came to work sick because the work had to get done. I sacrificed time with my family to make sure stuff got done.
If you had asked me yesterday how I felt about this job, I would have said. I love the client contact and I felt that I had finally gotten my sea legs and things were running fairly well. Compared to when I started it was night and day.
So today, I was told that they hired someone else for this position who had more experience and they were transferring me to a different department. That they hoped I would train the new person and make the transition as smooth as possible.
I felt like I was punched in the gut.
I worked so hard to turn this around. I give this postion my everything. It’s complicated and there are a lot of moving parts. I helped improve processes and bailed the company out of a difficult messy situation.
I’m feeling defeated.
I’m skaken. Knocked down, but getting back up. Tears rolling down my face but standing.
My journey to serenity continues…