Monday, March 16, 2020

Being "Let Better"

It was early morning, and I had just gotten in to work.  It was still dark outside, and a lot of the lights were off in the building.I was in the process of getting settled when my manager, Sam, came to me and started talking.  He was being weird and snarky (not at all like his IRL persona) and finally he let me know I was being let go.  I was floored!  "What do you mean let go?" 

"We figured you could go work with John at Nabisco making Goldfish crackers.  So don't think of it as being 'let go'.  Call it 'let better', because we think will be a better fit for you."

[John recently left my company IRL under some mysterious circumstances, but to my knowledge, he's certainly not at Nabisco.]

I couldn't figure out where this was coming from.  I said, "What about when you said before that if there was a problem with my performance, there would be plenty of advance notice and we could work on it?"

"We figured you'd forget it if we did, just like everything else," he snarled.

I was heartbroken.  I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.  I wound up walking around the office, partially because I was supposed to be getting my stuff together, and partially because I didn't know what else to do.  I talked to a few people, but I didn't get any real info about what was going on.

Finally as I was getting my stuff together, Rachel (co-owner) came by and was talking for a bit.  I told her about what was going on, and she laughed and she said, "What?  He didn't mention that it's only for 30 or 45 days?  It's just for while the whole coronavirus thing blows over, and we figured you'd like doing something with your hands in the mean time."  I felt so relieved, but I couldn't figure out why Sam was being so mean about everything. 

A little while later I passed by Rachel again, and I wound up saying something to her about Hannah, which was her daughter that miscarried a few years ago.  I think it was something along the lines of giving her a hug and saying that I know it can be tough when the anniversary comes around.  She smiled and thanked me, and I went back to meandering around the office until the dream ended.

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