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jynnispook:
Lol I’m such a fucking failure. I had a good fucking job and I liked doing it but I can’t belive I fucked up so bad I can’t even keep a fucking job.
Ok, young working tumblr, and especially young working tumblr that isn’t middle-class white boys: I’m going public with something that would otherwise be a private note to a good friend, because I think a lot of you need to hear this.
you are not a fucking failure because you got fired. Please, please, please believe me. Your worth is not determined by your job. I’m old and salty and full of whiskey half the time and I have been fired A LOT ok. A lot. somehow never for being full of whiskey, if you can believe it, but for a mountain of other sometimes bullshit and sometimes valid reasons.
Getting fired is miserable. It doesn’t really get much easier. Sometimes it’s financially terrifying. Sometimes you did indeed fuck up somehow (I certainly have) but unless you’re a murdering abusive sex predator, the way you fucked up does not mean that you’re a failure. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad or useless person. It doesn’t even mean that you’re a slightly-less-than-optimal person. It probably means you ran late one too many times or that you’re absentminded sometimes or that you lost a set of keys or miscounted a drawer or you can’t afford your brain meds or your pain meds aren’t working or somebody in management has a weird grudge or your boss is a bigoted piece of shit. Like, it could be any reason, honestly. The US is a miserable hellscape of no meaningful workers rights whatsoever, and I can guaran-fucking-tee you that some useless mediocre white boy who did the same shit as you would have gotten at least 5 extra chances.
But if that sounds like I’m blaming the system too much, think of it this way: have you ever made friends with someone specifically and exclusively because of their job? And I mean real friends, not cordially networked acquaintances, and also I don’t mean that you met due to your jobs and then became friends, I mean: have you ever been like, I’m only going to be friends with dentists from here on out?
I hope the fuck not, because dentists tend to be politically hideous weirdos, but the point is: the things we as human beings value about others, the things that inspire us to develop genuine emotional attachments to those around us, those things? have literally nothing to do with what anyone does to pay the bills most of the time. Everyday job-y jobs don’t mean shit in terms of who you really are and your overall worthiness as a person and, deep down, I think all of you know this.
So take some time to feel bad if you need to: you’ve been hurt, ok? Probably in more ways than one. But you aren’t inherently bad, you aren’t defined by this single “failure” that somebody else imposed on you. You have enough on your plate with job-hunting or going back to school or whatever your next move is going to be. You don’t need to waste a single second believing that you are somehow fundamentally compromised because you lost a job.
It happens to the best of us. It happens to mediocre beer guzzlers like me. It doesn’t happen nearly enough to creepy bosses. But it happens. You’re not a failure. You’re a human being. Please don’t give up.
also if any of my fellow tumblr olds feel moved to reblog this with tags about stupid, ludicrous or heartbreaking shit that you have been fired for: maybe it will help the kids believe that they aren’t even remotely alone out there in the miserable world of hourly employment.
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withsugarandlime:
jynnispook:
Lol I’m such a fucking failure. I had a good fucking job and I liked doing it but I can’t belive I fucked up so bad I can’t even keep a fucking job.
Ok, young working tumblr, and especially young working tumblr that isn’t middle-class white boys: I’m going public with something that would otherwise be a private note to a good friend, because I think a lot of you need to hear this.
you are not a fucking failure because you got fired. Please, please, please believe me. Your worth is not determined by your job. I’m old and salty and full of whiskey half the time and I have been fired A LOT ok. A lot. somehow never for being full of whiskey, if you can believe it, but for a mountain of other sometimes bullshit and sometimes valid reasons.
Getting fired is miserable. It doesn’t really get much easier. Sometimes it’s financially terrifying. Sometimes you did indeed fuck up somehow (I certainly have) but unless you’re a murdering abusive sex predator, the way you fucked up does not mean that you’re a failure. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad or useless person. It doesn’t even mean that you’re a slightly-less-than-optimal person. It probably means you ran late one too many times or that you’re absentminded sometimes or that you lost a set of keys or miscounted a drawer or you can’t afford your brain meds or your pain meds aren’t working or somebody in management has a weird grudge or your boss is a bigoted piece of shit. Like, it could be any reason, honestly. The US is a miserable hellscape of no meaningful workers rights whatsoever, and I can guaran-fucking-tee you that some useless mediocre white boy who did the same shit as you would have gotten at least 5 extra chances.
But if that sounds like I’m blaming the system too much, think of it this way: have you ever made friends with someone specifically and exclusively because of their job? And I mean real friends, not cordially networked acquaintances, and also I don’t mean that you met due to your jobs and then became friends, I mean: have you ever been like, I’m only going to be friends with dentists from here on out?
I hope the fuck not, because dentists tend to be politically hideous weirdos, but the point is: the things we as human beings value about others, the things that inspire us to develop genuine emotional attachments to those around us, those things? have literally nothing to do with what anyone does to pay the bills most of the time. Everyday job-y jobs don’t mean shit in terms of who you really are and your overall worthiness as a person and, deep down, I think all of you know this.
So take some time to feel bad if you need to: you’ve been hurt, ok? Probably in more ways than one. But you aren’t inherently bad, you aren’t defined by this single “failure” that somebody else imposed on you. You have enough on your plate with job-hunting or going back to school or whatever your next move is going to be. You don’t need to waste a single second believing that you are somehow fundamentally compromised because you lost a job.
It happens to the best of us. It happens to mediocre beer guzzlers like me. It doesn’t happen nearly enough to creepy bosses. But it happens. You’re not a failure. You’re a human being. Please don’t give up.
also if any of my fellow tumblr olds feel moved to reblog this with tags about stupid, ludicrous or heartbreaking shit that you have been fired for: maybe it will help the kids believe that they aren’t even remotely alone out there in the miserable world of hourly employment.
(Your picture was not posted)
