Getting Let Go

I entered a job by accident. In my field. It was a WOW moment. Wow! I got a job in my field! Holy crap! I was truly elated to receive the opportunity and never for one second took it for granted. I worked my ass off, fearing I was indeed a fraud and that they’d soon find out. Five years later, I no longer have that job. Sitting in a meeting today, knowing all things discussed were for the future, of which I was no longer a part of, I felt shitty. Sitting amongst colleagues, who basically – oh fuck it – DIDN’T deem me fit enough for a promotion made me so shitty. Made me feel small. But do I want to work in a sub-par environment? Like they do? They all just do their thing and shrug their shoulders because they’re in for life. After all, they’ll always have a gig. None of them have a fire in their belly. Guess I’m just late to the party of mediocrity. Maybe I’m celebrating or just feeling sorry for myself? So ode to being shitty: Drinking my favorite scotch – The Famous Grouse. Cheers to the future!