Not a good fit
I’m a very observant person. I usually can read between the lines and I pick up on stuff really quick. It’s the journalist in me. So, it was quite a surprise, a shock really when I was called into my manager’s office that afternoon — Friday, November 13th, 2009.
I was so engrossed in my work that day that I did not pick up on it. I was being dismissed. Let go. Fired. When I asked why. She explained the company was an at-will employer and didn’t have to divulge why. As you can imagine, I was perplexed. I mean, I really didn’t see this coming. So here I am in her office being let go and all she can say is “we’re an at-will employer.” Huh? I press further and further. Her last and final answer, “You’re just not a good fit.”
So, I packed up my things and left. The next few months I found myself in quite a rut. An emotional, spiritual rut. Those were some dark moments. It’s tough when you are forced to have to look at yourself. Really look at yourself. But, you know what? I am so grateful for that time.
I share this story when I give a presentation because it’s a very important part of my story. It’s how I come to find myself. Sure, day-by-day I was getting by as a marketing assistant and I was doing my best at it. But, I was so boxed in. No room for any creativity. No room for me to share with others. No room for me to help others. No room for me to inspire others.
You know what, Jill? You were right — I am not a good fit. Thank you for recognizing it. Thank you for sending me on a path of self-discovery so that I could find my right fit. Today, I do all the things I love. Today, I’m completely outside of the box!
Author/Blogger/Speaker/Culinary Goddess
~Chrisetta Mosley
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!