That’s right. I got my walking papers today. I wasn’t let go for writing on my blog. I wish I had written how much I hated my job on this blog. I actually didn’t bother to listen to their reasons for dismissing me. It seemed pointless. They had a stack of papers to sign and a check for me. It was self-explanatory.
To be honest, I’m relieved. I hated my job. I know it’s called “Work” and not “Fun”, but I truly believe you should enjoy what you do on some level. I did not. I am creative individual and I can only take so much of putting together other people’s designs or calling magazines to get deadline extensions. I wasn’t challenged or mentally stimulated. I was just a cog in the machine.
I liked some of the people I worked with, but the rest sucked. The plant manager was a poor manager who had no balls and never gave anyone a straight answer. I can count on my one hand the people I still liked. There was so many big egos, backstabbing, and double-talk. The company had become Survivor Island – Marina Del Rey. Towards the end, I had no idea who was my ally and who was trying to throw me off of the island. Now I know I had no allies.
Make no mistake. This is NOT a woe-is- me post. I believe that things happen for a reason and maybe it’s time for me to take my own design work seriously. We shall see.