After nine-and-a-half years of working with the same construction management company here in Calgary, the boss gave me my walking papers this morning.
The District has been light on work this year, with a bunch of expected projects falling through due to an increasingly competitive market and an estimating department that still thinks people will hire companies with a good reputation over companies that low-ball the competition. As a result, the team that has been in place has been strung very thin over the last several months trying to cover the work we do have without the boss hiring new staff that he’d just have to release if things didn’t play out.
Well, a few older projects are now wrapping up and that apparently means we have a surplus of people on the safety team. I guess I’m the odd man out in that equation.
At the end of the day, I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised. I have consistently refused to kill myself for the job, preferring instead to have a life outside of work hours and not put in 12-hour days like some of my now-former co-workers. Still, my last performance review had me meeting or exceeding expectations in every single category of a 70-point list, so it’s not like I was phoning it in.
Anyway, I’m still not quite sure how to react.
I’ve been loyal to the point of saying no to a couple of new job prospects in the last six months that would’ve meant a lot more money in the short term, but possibly also relocation and more hours. From that I know I’m very employable in a market that needs people with my skill set.
I’m also pissed with my boss. Since he entered the picture in 2009, every time I’ve had a conversation about where I’m going in my job, with new projects and whatnot, my job has gotten just a little bit worse. This last conversation of course being the emphatic stamp on the end of that thread. I’ve never really gotten feedback from him one way or the other in four years, so I still don’t know if he found me to be a valuable member of the team or not. He’s very good at what he does and there seems to be a general sense in the District that he can do no wrong, but for me he was nothing but the guy who made my job progressively more miserable, never provided feedback, and was never available when I needed him.
At the end of the day, this is the end of what I can easily characterize as the best job I’ve ever had, for the simple reasons that a) I didn’t dread going into work every day and b) they didn’t screw me around. Much.
So now I have some time to figure out where to go from here. Part of me wants to get my resume redone and on the market as soon as possible to keep the income flow steady. Part of me wants to take some time off to regroup, take stock and figure out what I want to do with my life. Part of me wants to just sit in front of the TV and watch movies for the next month. Part of me wants to get drunk and stay that way for about a year. And part of me thinks this is a golden opportunity to spend a ton of time in front of the computer writing my ass off, trying to find a sports journalism position that will pay the bills. Not sure what direction I’ll be going.
Thankfully my wife has been very supportive since I got home. Yay for support! We’ll figure all this out together and life will go on.
Anyway, just thought I’d share.