Getting fired felt unfair at the time — but it ended up teaching me my worth.
I lost my job so my boss’s daughter could take my position. Before I left, they handed me a stack of folders and told me to finish everything by the end of the week. When the deadline came, I admitted I hadn’t touched them. That’s when she coldly told me I was “obliged to finish” since they were still paying me — hinting that maybe I was being let go for being unprofessional.
The disrespect shocked me. I had handled that job flawlessly for years.
It didn’t take long for things to fall apart. She couldn’t manage the workload, missed deadlines, and created chaos I had always kept under control. Soon, they started noticing. First, they questioned her. Then they called me — apologizing for how they handled my dismissal.
A few weeks later, they offered me my job back.
By then, I was already working somewhere new. The pay was lower, but I felt valued and respected. I politely declined.
Walking away was empowering. Getting fired pushed me toward a healthier environment — one where my work mattered.
Sometimes rejection isn’t a setback.
It’s redirection.
