I’ve written, deleted, and re-written this post more times than I can count. All the while thinking – how much is too much to share? do people even care about this, and ever more so do they care to read it? will my readers be able to relate to this? After debating back and forth I decided to say screw it and just share the damn thing. I’ve told you from the beginning that this is going to be a place with real shit. 100% honest and true all the time. Why would I question writing this post? Because its real and raw and personal. And it has been one of my tougher times.
Have you ever been going along in life, living and happy, and making plans? Future plans. Plans that are a huge step and all of a sudden your world is turned upside down. Well, this was Will and I 6 weeks ago.
I was laid off.
And not just laid off from a job that was a stepping stone to something better, but a dream job. A job with unlimited vacation. A job I made great friends at. And most importantly, a job I was passionate about. And let me tell you, this all happened within 72 hours. Talk about a smack in the face.
To make a long story short, I was recruiting for a company that grew fast. Fast as in doubled the size of our company, opened 4 new offices in 3 different countries, AND had a major acquisition all within about a year and a half. Crazy, I know. Good news for me since it was my job to find more awesome people to come work for us. Fast forward to January 28th. It was that day that I was told our leadership effed up our hiring numbers and there would no longer be a need for our 12 person recruiting team. They were keeping 2 people in the Nebraska office, and I was not one of them. Uhhhhhh, say what?? They did offer me my old job back, but I would be commuting to Lincoln every day, and it was quite honestly a big step back for me, both in responsibilities and pay. Whichever option I chose would be effective a short 4 days later. Needless to say they basically made the decision for me with the options I was given. Oh, and I forgot to mention this was at the same time Will and I were starting the house building process. We were searching for lots and had pretty much narrowed down our builder. Perfect timing, right?
I WAS DEVASTATED. All of our future plans we were becoming increasingly excited for came to a screeching halt. I was completely blindsided. I honestly thought I would work at that company for years to come. Never in my life did I think this would happen. So what did I do? I allowed myself to take a step back and have a pity party until after my birthday, which was coincidentally a day later. After that I got my ass to work job searching and everything that goes along with it.
There is a silver lining and a happy outcome to this story. I found a great job at an amazing company, literally 3 minutes from where we currently live. I’m going to be doing something completely new, for a new division of the company and I can’t freaking wait. In addition to that, Will and I have hopefully ( keep your fingers crossed ) found THE MOST AMAZING lot and builder. Things fell into place.
Why am I telling you this story? I’m not quite sure. I’m banking on the fact that one of you guys reading this is going through something similar. Maybe not getting laid off, but going through a rough patch. And maybe, just maybe, this is something you needed to hear. You’re not alone. It happens to everyone, and probably multiple times in our life. I totally believe everything happens for a reason. It may be hard to see at times, but eventually, everything will work out how it’s supposed to. Things truly do fall apart sometimes, so that better things can fall together. I’ve learned to keep my head up, view the situation differently, and work my freaking ass off to help push along the process.
I also have to do a bit of bragging here. Will was superman through this whole ordeal. He was my rock, my biggest cheerleader, and my confidence giver when I was feeling down on myself. He lifted me up, and constantly reminded me that something even better would come along. And most importantly, he was always there for me. You guys, I hit the lottery with this man I tell ya. He’s a saint. I can imagine I wasn’t the most pleasant being to be around some of those days. ( sorry sweetie! ) So thank you!!
So my friends, if you have found a pile of lemons knocking at your door, grab some vodka and hang on, because you’re going on a ride for your life.