I've been wanting to tell him, but I've been holding back. biting my tongue. You see, the thing is, he was putting his eggs all in one basket, as they say. Waiting and hoping for the people from the company that he enjoyed working for as a contract worker to call him back in February, like they promised.
When he first told me that they were laying him off for a few months, I told him "I'm sure they'll call you back." But, honestly, I didn't believe it. I knew a company that thought he was the greatest thing would not take the chance to let him go. I had a feeling this was one of those ways for the company to put some distance between him and the company, to sort of soften the blow before they would finally get the nerve to say to him "it's not you, it's me."
And then there's the age. I have been going through my own ageism concerns. I wonder how long I'll be allowed to work, before the industry finds me to be too old, in spite of the fact that I am well under the retirement age; well under the age that most people can or should actually stop working. I have more experience to give, and I know that if they did let me go, I would continue on somewhere else and succeed, sort of my way of saying to them all "Ha! You thought I was too old to work and yet I have found more success then you could probably hope for!"
I have to believe that, just as I know that he does. He wants to believe that he is a wonderful as I see him. But, I fear, they don't. They don't know what they are missing out on. They are too focused on the whole age thing.
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