Well, I didn’t get the promotion that I interviewed for on Oct 5. I’d like to say it was a complete surprise, but alas, it was not. In the last week or so, I’ve become increasingly skeptical of my chances of success…although I can’t really point to a specific reason or event that brought me to that conclusion. As I sat in the Director’s office and was given my feedback, I saw this in a long line of successive losses and setbacks.
In the last year and a half or so: I’ve divorced, lost two grandparents, lost my father, had several relationships fail pretty quickly, had to distance myself from people I care about deeply, and my friends in Denver turned on me severely after I got home for reasons beyond my comprehension. It feels like anything I’m really interested in is just beyond my grasp. My heart feels calloused, yet I feel like weeping on a regular basis. I am a man of mixed emotion.
One of the pieces of feedback I was given was that I build great professional relationships, but I don’t have much of a personal relationship with leaders at the center. That surprised me at first, but the more I think about it the more it makes sense. At home, I struggle with sadness and the quietness that often surrounds me. I don’t want to drag that to work with me. Work is the place I go to be among people that care about me and a place I am appreciated. Coupled with the fact I work late and am off for two days during the week and, well, I guess folks don’t have a sense of who I am. The Director called me a ‘best kept secret’. My shift changes to 6-3 Monday thru Friday in December, so that dilemma will solve itself partially.
Sorry to whoever reads this. I feel like it’s one long complaining session. I’m healthy. I have family. I have friends. I have a stable job. I have a lot to be thankful for. My reaction to this is just as important as anything else, and I’m not going to do anyone any favors by crossing my arms and grousing about it.