I was recently laid off from a pretty crappy job. The job itself was well, lame, irritating, tedious and definitely not self full-filling. Over all the job served its purpose...it paid the bills. My master plan was to work here for the year, get health insurance, put a dent in my debt and get out of there after a year. Well, God and the company did not see it my way. But as irritating as the job was, rejection hurts. It hurts even more when its from something you never wanted. It's just insulting. So after the little meeting, telling me that I wasn't a good fit and that this job was just not for me, I took a diet coke from the office and took it home. When I got home I opened the soda can and drank it with a smile on my face. I call this my diet coke of justice.
