Last night, I met Missy and Melissa for a few drinks before they went on to a concert, and I went home. Yes, lame, I know. But between my trainer on Friday, Bret Michaels on Saturday, and drinking for the first time in seven months the day before, I could not have made it through the show.
Anyway, Melissa is a special person to me. She was just a pup when I hired her as a sales rep at Harrah's. I was brand new to the Sales Manager role and the entire team had quit (not because of me...I don't think). She was fresh out of college and I interviewed her and offered her the job. She did such a great job, management let me hire another one of her, so Amy joined our team. Then those two did such a great job that management decided I wasn't needed, so they let me go. Melissa has continued to excel, and now has a big corporate job at Caesars. I couldn't be prouder.
Talking and catching up with her made me really think about things on my drive home. When I worked for Harrah's, I truly thought I would be there forever. Even towards the end, when I absolutely hated my job and hated going in every day, the thought of quitting never crossed my mind.
I was completely distraught the day I got laid off. I cried and bawled and got completely trashed that night. It's the only night I've ever threw up in the bar bathroom and came out and drank more. I think I even threw up on myself a little bit. I just had no idea what to do.
Of course, then I went to another casino and got laid off from that one, too. I really hated that job, though, and wasn't too fond of anyone I worked with, so that was okay. I already had my office packed up. However, I had only worked there six months so I got a whopping two weeks severance. I took the first job I could find, just to stay off unemployment. After just three months there, I got offered the job at Kaplan. That was almost three years ago.
Even after all that, I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I feel lost again, very similar to how I was feeling towards the end of my time with Harrah's. So am I secretly wishing Kaplan lays me off so I am forced to look for something else? I don't know. But looking back at everything I have been through since those last few months at Harrah's, I have definitely learned there are far worse things than getting laid off and having several weeks of severance pay to try to figure out what you want to do with your life.