Last Friday I lost my job after 6 weeks. I loved my job and the people I worked with. I was reintegrating after 18 months of illness and instead of defending myself, I quietly agreed that my hours were not enough to meet the demands at work. I quietly asked if there were other options. If I could do something else. However, the answer was no, but we like you!
I was honest with them when I started. I told them I could not give a full work week, but was set on the biggest project in the company. I knew that I should stop to protect my health, but still did not say anything. I wanted so badly to prove myself that I just went along with the flow until 6 weeks later, just as I was about to really make it, I was fired. People were shocked and I was told to write my boss’s boss. So I did.
I have been here before. Negative turn of events and polite, criticism all intended to make the news I receive go smoothly. As an energetic, somewhat brash person, you’d expect me to say, F*)!? NO, but I just quietly agree and slunk away. I never think to retaliate or ask for protection. I never thought I had the right to. If I did attempt, it would be a soft-spoken request or attempt to get what I want-something equivalent to punching air. The result: NO IMPACT!
Today that changed. I wrote that letter to my boss’s boss. I started with the usual dance that I did good work and I felt that I was unfairly treated, with a mild, please contact me! I still want to work with you, pretty please with sugar on top! Then, I realized that it was just fluff and if I was going to get what I wanted, I needed to tell the truth of how I feel. I needed to get over the fact that I would not make my former boss happy and so what if I cause conflict. I have no job to lose now! If I wanted to get my job back and make a change, I needed to create impact!
It took 1.5 hours to revise and review my email to this woman, but when I was finished, it had umph! No matter what the outcome will be, I told my story and can walk away proud. It takes real guts to show your feelings and expose yourself in order to get what you want. I realized that it may not get me what I want, but at least my self-respect has grown and I can walk away proudly.
From now on, I plan to stop beating around the bush, and get to the point. Life is too short to come up short. If I want respect, I must respect myself and my feelings first before someone else’s.