Have you ever had those days that last more than 24 hours? I am not talking like 48 hours or even 72 hours. I mean weeks upon weeks upon weeks.
On Monday, April 30th I was fired from my first job. Without warning. Without prior discussions of any behavior or performance that would lead to this. I worked in public accounting for a total of 9 months. My firm had just completed TAX SEASON. Now we all can assume what goes along with tax season.
No, not that kind of season. I mean TAX SEASON. Early mornings, late nights, endless cups of coffee, working Saturdays, and friends and family and asking if you are alive. I worked hard. I will be the first to admit I made mistakes. I was new and I was learning and I could feel myself getting the hang out. But fast forward to my nice long walk out of the office.
I said good bye to everyone I made strong relationships with and could bear to speak before my emotions took over and I could not speak. Advice ALERT. DO THIS! Saying bye to employees and not sneaking out the door shows you held your head high (personal satisfaction and gives no one power of over your emotional response). It also helps maintain relationships you may need or want later. You never know, this is a small world. Wouldn’t it be awkward if I saw Eddy in a bar and he was like “your the kid that got fired right”. Yeah I did not want to have that awkward encounter.
The next 3 hours were so important. I called my room mate and told him the situation. I mean come on, were you thinking I would try to hide this from him. Am I supposed to put on a suit ever morning and leave the house just waiting around the block seeing when he leaves so I can come back inside. Yeah….NO. Tyler held me down. He talked me through this and became my therapists for what is now 408 hours since I was fired. I then called my girlfriend. As I told her my situation I am sure all she saw in her head was dead beat boyfriend who lost his job. And rightfully so. Who am I to tell her otherwise. I lost my good job just as we were planning our future together. But this is how you know you have a good partner. She was supportive, encouraging, and worried. Her words scare me but they motivate me and encourage me to keep going. My girl needs a gold medal, a spa day, and a Louis Vuitton bag.
So hour by hour goes on. I can not sleep. I have a multiple mental break downs. I call my friends and tell them whats going on. But staying positive is nearly impossible. I apply to job after job, talk to recruiter after recruiter. I am more exhausted sending applications and speaking with recruiters than during tax season, who would have thought that? I feel like I am in the damn unemployment line during the depression. And I am good guy. I am courteous, respectful, visit my grandma, assist my mother where she needs it, good brother, good boyfriend, and I always give something to a homeless man or women in need. One time food, another time water, another time an umbrella because it was raining. Like why me? SOMEONE HIRE!
So now I am officially in a rut. I can not eat, I can not even listen to music. There have two great albums out and all I want to listen to is the damn landscaping people cut the grass and trim the trees for some odd reason.
I reached out to my network and landed an interview. Things were looking up. I prepared and prepared. Arrived to the building early to have breakfast in the restaurant below. Grabbed lunch with one of the employees then made my way to interview. I walked out feeling good. Knew I had it! Sent my thank you letters and counted the hours. 9 hours after the mail was sent my stomach dropped. I threw my hands over head and gave up. “We are moving forward”. 4 words to me meant “you suck dude, people out there are better and more worthwhile than you”. I wish I could say that is not true but IDK. I worked my ass off my whole life and I am still ready to work my ass off. Maybe this is the kicking around I needed. Or maybe this is God’s plan. Either way its hard to think of the positives.
3 hours later I exhausted my mentor. I mean this guy definitely wants to hang up the phone. I am talking 1,000 mph about my frustrations and my fears. He is trying to settle me down but that is not working. I am mad at the world, myself.
So now here I am; Hour…I do not even know. I present to you a boy. I am 24 years old, confused, frustrated, and building myself from the ground up. I lost my job, my confidence, and my girlfriends belief in me and our future. Were young we know that, but were worry warts and over thinkers. I am available immediately to work in the Providence, Boston or Greater Boston Area. I have experience in audit and tax (1041, 1120,and 1040). I am hardworking, determined, driven, organized, and attain the ability to overcome challenges.
Maybe in the next hour I will present you with a man.
But for now here is the boy, 425 hours after The Day He Got Fired