As the title of this blog post subtly suggests, I was made redundant last week. Re-dun-dant.
‘No longer needed or useful.’ ‘Superflous.’
It’s never a nice feeling. It hurts … and it’s the third time I’ve been made redundant – certainly doesn’t get easier as you get older.
I spent 14 months working at my last company – a job I loved, and I like to think that because I put my heart and soul into it, that translated and came across to the people I connected with on social media. I built relationships. It’s what I’m good at. I worked with people I respected and enjoyed (nearly) every minute of it. I’m not going to write about any gripes I ‘may’ have about this situation. It wasn’t my choice but it’s business. It’s done now.
Once again, it’s time to move on.
The million dollar question, however, is this …. what next?
I’ve amassed a whole host of skills I’m very proud of. Community Manager. Business Blogger. Social Media Manager. Tweeter Extraordinaire. Content Producer. Content Editor. Skills I will bring with me to my next role, wherever that may be.
But for now, I am back in my favourite café, writing again. The café that saw numerous essays being written for my degree … the café where my blog began. It holds many fond memories for me and it was nice to see some familiar faces this morning – all innocently asking where I’d been and what I was doing with my life now.
How quickly life can change. Grab every opportunity while you can. It’s exactly what I intend to do.