It’s a frosty Wednesday morning just past 11am, and I’m sat at my desk at work. I get an email from two directors asking to have a quick meeting in 15 minutes. I shrug it off, assuming it would be another moan about the train strikes and me having to work from home. Twenty minutes later, I’ve been made redundant.
It wasn’t the way I planned to start my 2017, that’s for sure. I had never considered I’d ever be made redundant, let alone at the peachy age of 24 years old and definitely not when I had been working my butt off.
That’s the way life works, though. You could be the nicest, hardest working, most deserving person in the world, and life just plops a big ol’ turd on you.
People say that good fortune is self made, but I disagree. In the most extreme cases, I’ve known truly fantastic people to be taken away by tragedy and seen loved ones crumble under the pressure of bad news. Good fortune isn’t made, no more than bad fortune is deserved. No one knows what’s round the corner, and that’s why you have to cling on to that silver lining.
If I’m honest, I wasn’t too happy in my job, but I sure as hell gave it my all. The tears that followed that meeting, as I stood lurking around the corner of my office hiccuping on the phone to my boyfriend, were from shock. What was I going to do? How would I pay my bills? How am I going to find a job quickly? Will I be judged by employers for being kicked out with four weeks’ notice?
Irrational, wild thinking is so bloody normal when lumped in a shocking situation, but once the emotion had buggered off, plans needed to be made. I need to pay rent, I need to put food on the table, but that’s all I NEED. This is what I told myself to try and keep away the sleepless nights and anxiety attacks that have plagued my life before.
Unless you are very unfortunate (and I’m so, so sorry if you are one of those people), I’m a strong believer that a silver lining can be pulled from any situation. For me, I knew I wanted a job nearer to home, I wanted to be promoted and fairly paid in line with the effort and level of work I was producing, and I wanted to be respected – because I sure as hell deserve that! The silver lining was that being made redundant gave me that extra push to pursue these career goals.
Being made redundant, or even in broader terms, being made to feel not enough, is shit. There’s no two ways about it. But you’re not shit. You’re fucking fabulous. If you don’t believe in yourself and your abilities, then no one else will. Confidence and determination will come up trumps in the end. And guess what? I start my new job in three weeks. Their loss, eh?