This gentleman was fired from my job today.
I know this is not my usual but I thought I would flip it today….
A little personal….
I don’t know why it effected me the way it did.
It wasn’t me but it was someone else.
Maybe it let me know that our jobs are not guaranteed.
Or, it let me know that people are cruel and heartless….
Either way it is still FUCKED UP…
He was a good worker from what I saw BUT,
his job was taken by the friend of someone in HR
(in other words, someone was getting piped and got a position)
Even though he was there a month,
he was a cool dude.
Very friendly guy and wasn’t a slacker.
Just interested in getting the job done and trying to make a good impression within the company.
He cried when he was fired and even though I’m not a bitch, I felt for him.
He kept saying he didn’t know what he did wrong.
He started getting comfortable and was told he would ultimately be hired.
He has a family and this was a job he got after looking for such a long time.
Now he is back to square uno.
It made me think about life and love.
About how one minute things could be going so right but then,
with a twist of fate,
your head can be on the choppin’ block ready to land in a basket.
It is almost scary because you do not want to make one wrong move.
You start shuckin’ and jivin to make sure you aren’t next.
But sometimes, with fate, it could just be your time.
And then what? …
I was on the train coming back to the crib and the only question was darting within my mental big screen:
Are we all not safe even when someone tells us we will be okay?
Dwell on that…