When I got fired from my first dot-com, I was devastated. I loved the company, loved the people, and loved what I was doing. I was upset not just because of the fear of having no income but because I had lost a job I felt emotionally connected to. I was embarrassed.
I remember calling my dad, and his response was, “I told you this was going to happen. They were spending beyond their means and income. It was inevitable, Kimmy.”
Even though this was the truth, my dad’s words were not what I needed to hear. I already felt terrible, and was calling him to console me. He was cold and callous.
How many times have you been that person? The person who asks for sympathy and gets none? I’d like to think I’ve never missed the opportunity ...