My recent rant about my weight actually wasn't written because I was ticked off about what the scales said. Even though I am. What induced me to get ranting about something, anything, was the fact that I had just lost my job about an hour or so before I wrote the post.
Yes, this was the day before Thanksgiving.
Of course I had to process things before I could actually write on here about that painful phone call. And I had to figure out what to say.
What the boss said is that there were certain aspects of the job that I wasn't mastering. I knew this. And I was actually showing some improvement in those areas (or I thought I was), but I guess not enough. And my skills elsewhere didn't make up for my weaknesses.
I'd also missed a week of work due to being sick. This wasn't exactly cited as a reason, but I have to wonder.
(I would have missed more work, too. Losing six pounds in a week takes a lot out of a person's strength, apparently, and I'm still recovering.)
On the upside, I guess, I learned in this job that I'm great on the register. I'm also good at chopping up meat and veggies.
Now to find another job...