Pat's View: “Canned”
by Pat Cashman
I was ushered into the manager’s office quickly. The round conference table was absent of anything except a single box of Kleenex. I assumed it was there to dab potential tears. Or blood.
My firing happened quickly after a preamble about how much they liked working with me, how painful it was to let me go---and how well I was taking the news.
As I rose to leave, the manager offered one final thought. “Let me tell you something,” he said. “I got let go from a job a few years ago too---and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
He may have meant well, but I was glad I didn’t have a concealed weapon. After all, getting fired can’t possibly be the best thing that could happen in someone’s life. I mean, is getting fired really better than a first kiss---getting married---the birth of your kids---or winning at pull-tabs?