Remember when you were a little kid, skinned your knee and got a “boo-boo” or an “owie.” Remember what your Mommy or Grandma Bessie told you:
“Here, let me kiss it and make it all better.”
And then you grow up. Now you’re a big kid. An adult. An employee. A worker. A team member. A leader. A good person. Remember how you were called in to your manager’s office the other day for that unscheduled meeting? Remember when they told you they were letting you go? Remember how you don’t remember walking to your car and driving around aimlessly because you didn’t know what else to do?
In a recent conversation with a client, we were talking about job loss.
And how hard it is.
And how unexpectedly it arrives.
And the uncertainty of what’s next.
And the unknowns that keep your eyes wide open at night.
And the angst in telling loved ones, friends and colleagues that you don’t have a job.
As is customary with clients, I am always learning something from someone. In this case, the lesson is from someone who lost his job. An adult. An employee. A worker. A team member. A leader. A good person. With a big-kid boo-boo and an adult-sized solution:
“Rub some dirt on it."
And make it all better.