December 11, 2009, noon.
I pulled out of the parking lot with the Foo Fighters "Times Like These" blasting. I looked straight ahead and suddenly felt so carefree and liberated. I didn't know what the future would bring, but I knew I would never look back. It was exactly 2 weeks until Christmas and I would actually be able to enjoy the holidays for the first time in years.
I arrived at home and promptly fell asleep on the couch. I couldn't recall ever being this mentally and emotionally exhausted in my life. I still had the very large unemployment issue lurking in the background, but that would have to wait until 2010.
I started to make a list in my head of the key, defining moments of the India Project that really steered me towards getting the hell out of there:
1. Being laid off over the phone.
2. The moral bankruptcy of the decision to send my job to India.
3. The assumption that I would stay.
4. My history with Boss.
5. Mentor being offered my job.
6. My unwavering integrity being tested.
In the end, my beliefs weren't compromised. I walked out with my head high and my pride intact. After 15 years working in corporate America, this was my biggest victory, my single most impressive accomplishment.
Times Like These
lyrics by the Foo Fighters
I'm the one that drives away
Then follows you back home
I'm a street light shining
I'm a wild light blinding bright
Burning off alone
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
I'm a new day rising
I'm a brand new sky
To hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
Do I stay or run away
And leave it all behind?
It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again
It's times like these time and time again
3 comments:
*clap clap clap*
I'm doing a little dance of joy for you.
They should have known better than to think they could have bought you. You, my dear, are priceless!
I hate the Foo Fighters, but I like your story. Can't wait to see how things turn out. Well, you know what I mean.
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