Easy come, easy go; Que sera, sera; oh, s^*+
My rather taciturn boss would stop by from time to time, and mumble that he had someplace he wanted to take me. We would head off to a school, meet the principal and whoever else was available, take a whirlwind tour of the building, then back to the office. This happened several times with different people and places the first three days.
(Let me insert here that I'm not used to this fly by the seat of your pants style. I'm used to formal calendar invites being emailed, with descriptions of said meetings, their duration, etc. But, go with the flow, every office has its own style.)
I worked all day Thursday, making arrangements to visit the schools on the other side of the state, getting a calendar for all the schools up and running and setting up my desk, filing system, etc.
At about 4 p.m., my boss asked to speak to me.
And then he fired me.
At first, it was the old "not a good fit" thing, but then he decided to tell me that, the day before at one of our meetings, I had asked "sub-par questions and everyone there knew it" and that I was an "embarrassment."
With a stiff-upper lip, I packed up my desk, put the boxes in my car and went home. I cried for two days, talked endlessly with my girlfriends and grieved.
Now, I'm looking for a new job. I've never been too sure about the "everything happens for a reason" school f thought, but maybe it does. I certainly learned a few valuable lessons, not the least of which is to discuss management styles and problem-solving during the interview.
As John, Paul, Ringo and George would say: "Nanana, life goes on!"
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