- Denial and Isolation
Day two – I attended a memorial service for the wife of my (former) manager.
It was rather odd as all of my team mates were there, too. They only knew I wasn’t returning to work, and many of them believed that I had found a better situation.
I wasn’t there to chit-chat about me, I was there to support my manager in his time of loss. I did well, kept it together until it was time to leave. On the walk to the car, I lost it. Fortunatly, my husband was with me and wisked me away with none the wiser.
At least I got to say good-bye.
March 25, 2013, in a word, sucked. I lost my job.
Yeah, I cried. Loudly.
But what happens after one loses their job? Well, this is my story – from the beginning, mostly.