Welp, as I mentioned in passing in an earlier post, this was an interesting day for me. See, for my other website, I spent all Thursday having to compile a massive list of people who got fired by a big radio company, some of them people I know, all of them suddenly out of work just in time for the holidays.
Somehow, when I wasn’t paying attention, I got appointed Official Necrographer of the Radio Industry, the only reporter on duty when the axes fell across the country. My email inbox was flooded all day, and other reporters from big newspapers were coming to me for the latest bad news. Needless to say, it was not the cheeriest of days.
But it got me thinking about getting fired, and the times I was let go from jobs, and how, sometimes, it all works out in the end. But it usually just sucks for a while. And when someone you know gets fired, there’s nothing much you can say. “Hang in there?” What the hell does THAT mean? “You’ll find something soon?” How do you know? “You’ll be better off?” Really? Tell that to the credit card companies; maybe they’ll accept that in lieu of the minimum payment.
No, it sucks to be fired. And even when it does lead to better things — and it often does, and it did for me many years ago — the day it happens is, quite clearly, a low point, for the fired and for the people around them, and, as I can attest today, for the poor reporter schmuck who has to sit there all day writing about it. It. Is. No. Fun.
Which brings us to this, and apologies to Annabelle Gurwitch, who did a book about this a few years ago: What are your getting-fired stories? Did you get canned in an interesting, retrospectively funny, or particularly cold-hearted way? Is it better to get fired after the holidays, before the holidays, ON the holiday, or does it matter? Let’s offer some group therapy for people who’ve lost their jobs. Maybe it’ll help to let them know that it gets better. Or maybe it’ll just help you to unburden your bitterness. Hell, I sometimes run into one particular guy who fired me many years ago, and I’ve learned to get over it. A little. Anyway, if you have any good vocational terminational stories, share them with the class….