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Sunday night I was crying and having major anxiety.  I had been on vacation for two weeks from work and I just couldn’t face having to go back there.  The stress, the chaos, the upheaval, was all too much.  It was so draining and I just didn’t know how to get out.  I spent my vacation dusting off my resume and applying to any job that didn’t include insurance because I was just burnt out.  I still had to face walking into that office though.

Yesterday I sat there all day and the other girls I worked with were just as distraught about coming back to work.  No one liked the direction of the company.

At 4:00 I was called into my bosses office.  I just sat there 6 weeks ago for a “promotion.”  It was more work on my desk and a new title that didn’t come with more money.  That seemed to be the theme of my department and I was fighting to get us all paid better in the past 6 weeks.

“I’m setting you free.  I’m firing you.  I know you are meant for bigger things than working here and your strong personality doesn’t fit the direction we are taking the company.”

I was fired for the first time in my life.

I had never felt so much relief in my life.  I sat with the biggest smile on my face and he didn’t seem to know what to do with that.  I stood and shook his hand while he stammered, as usual, through his words.  I thanked him and walked with my head held high, out to collect my things.  My office mate sat with her mouth hanging open and told me to meet her across the street at the bar in 10 minutes.  I happily threw my shit in a Target sack and I didn’t look back.

I wasn’t even out of the parking lot and I got a phone call from my second boss.  He had recently sold out his portion of the business to my current boss and is still part-time with no control as he slowly goes towards retirement.  He got choked up.  He apologized. He didn’t know I was being fired and he hates the direction the company is going.  If he could have fought for me, he would have.  I assured him it was the best thing that could have happened to me and I meant it.

And so they came to the bar.  Now former co-workers.  They said they were jealous.  They wanted out.  They said they were nervous about losing their job at any moment.  We laughed, we vented and I had never felt more positive about the direction of my career in my life.  And for those who have read my blogs for a long time know that is saying something.  I have struggled so much with my career.

I came home to my husband who took me out to celebrate and toast the official best news of the New Year.  This is truly the best way to start off.  The new start I need.  I have so much renewed faith in how life works out for the best and I’m ready for my next step.