It’s been one week since you looked me, dropped your arms to the side and said you’re sorry.
That really did happen.
It’s been one week since my boss looked at me, dropped his shoulders and said ‘this is the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do.’
And then he axed me.
Gave me my walking papers.
Showed me the door.
Said ‘hasta la vista, baby.’
So I sit here unemployed, a victim of cutbacks and duplication of services.
OK, you know me better than that … ‘here’ is Spokane. I packed up and drove south for my little patch of heaven in Eastern Washington State.
And I gave me a short mourning period in which I was permitted to feel sorry for myself.
Effective today, I’m in aggressive job hunting mode. I’m looking for anything writing, anything communications, anything social media.
Of course, my ideal position would have a strong telecommuting component but it isn’t a dealbreaker. In fact, while I know I’m good — damn good — at what I do, I’m not about to become one of those entitled fops making excessive demands when I may not deserve them.
I’ll be grateful and loyal to my next organization, just as I was to my last while I served the great telecommunications overlord of Western Canada.
It’s my second layoff in five years, proving lightning does strike twice.
I’m not scared as I was in 2006 when the Calgary Sun let me go. I was a sports writer and didn’t believe I had any marketable skills for the real world.
Times change, though. I can communicate and protect a brand’s message effectively, using various Web 2.0 tools, and I can write for a variety of media in any requested tone and voice.
I’m a little more business savvy and a lot more professional in my approach.
I’m a good hire, I work hard, I’m not afraid of long days and my journalism days taught me how to eat on the fly.
And I’m willing to relocate. OK, OK, there I might get picky. I’m not going back to Newfoundland.
So if you know of anything out there, whether it’s Calgary, Vancouver or Seattle, you just let me know. Leave me a note here in the comments, email me or drop me a line on the ol’ Twitter.