There's not been a time in my 29-years in the business that I didn't harbor a small ill-feeling that I'm going to be fired.
I have no reasonable expectation of really being shit-canned. All evidence points to me receiving a glowing review. In fact, in all my years I've only ever received a less-than-good review once.
Nevertheless, such is my paranoia that I am wondering how I'll feel when I get my walking papers.
It's natural to be paranoid or neurotic.
All I need do is look around.
There's no one else my age.
I routinely work with people the age of my daughters. Less than half my age.
And, despite the decades-long "downward pressure" on salaries, I've been able to, just barely, maintain mine.
Also, I have a big mouth.
I say what I feel--especially in this space--even when it goes against the party line.
You can see how this will add up to getting fired.
So, today I'll spend the day walking on egg-shells.
I'll probably buy a cheaper lunch than usual.
Anything to preserve my savings.
I'll probably get a good review.
Like I said, I almost always do.
And, I believe, my principle client loves me.
Good news there.
So I probably won't be schmised.
And, I believe, my principle client loves me.
Good news there.
So I probably won't be schmised.
But it never hurts to be prepared for the worst.
4 comments:
What's your plan b, in case it happens? :)
What's your plan b, in case it happens? :)
It went fine, Sebastian. Thank you for your concern.
Plan A - work amongst adults in New Zealand. It is far, far, far away from the world.
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