
Everyone has heard the cliché, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” Well, there’s one dangerous assumption within that statement – that I actually have access to water and a pitcher.
I experienced my first layoff at the tender age of 19. After having worked at Castle Rock Entertainment part-time for four years, about 100 of us were laid off when Ted Turner’s company bought us out. I landed my next job at NBC within weeks, without even interviewing for it. Talk about amazing grace!
My second layoff was a bit more traditional, and I spent about 3 months pounding the pavement before I landed at E! Entertainment. Still young & full of energy, I handled it all in stride. That was in my mid-20s. I was still relatively debt free, aside from student loans, and living with parents.
But this last layoff. Oh, this last one. This last layoff found me as a 30-something single woman, juggling a full-time job and several part-time ones to maintain my overhead, which included a mortgage, car note, tuition for an MBA program I was one year into, and basic living expenses. Needless to say, the third time was not the charm. This layoff completely devastated my world – my beliefs, my priorities, my sense-of-self. I experienced a gut wrenching sense of despair as I watched all that I had worked for over 15 years vanish. Not only was I grappling with the material losses, but also with the spiritual ones, most noticeably, the dent to my once fearless drive and resilience. I was crushed. I recall telling close friends, in-between crying sessions, that this would be the breaking of me.
But life’s challenges have a way of showing you what you’re made of. About a month and a half after the layoff, I found myself 6,000 miles away from all I knew, teaching English in South Korea. I had never lived outside of California, but here I was in Suwon, South Korea, walking to work, smiling, making an impact. A few months after working in Korea, I re-gained the confidence I once knew, applied to graduate school, and started a different Masters program (still ashamed that I had abandoned the MBA so abruptly). It was in Korea that I regained the confidence that comes with completing an honest day’s work and having enough money to live comfortably.
My transition wasn’t easy. I happened to be single and child-free, so I was able to drop everything and move. Not everyone can do that. But there are things laid-off workers can do to keep their sanity until their next big break happens (see http://yhoo.it/10postlayoff for ideas.) Fast forward 24-months, and am refreshed, re-energized, and re-committed to pursuing my passions. I’m back in sunny California, spending my days volunteering, swimming, taking Zumba, re-writing resumes for frustrated job seekers (no charge), and blogging until I land my next 9 to 5 (which in recruiting can sometimes be 8 to 8). I am convinced, like many other downsized workers, that the layoff was a blessing and not a curse.
To close with another cliché, hindsight is 20/20. I am grateful for the layoffs. Without them, I may not have been pushed to grow, professionally and personally. I was mistaken when I told my friends that the layoff was the breaking of me. It was, in fact, the making of me. My third layoff taught me that life’s lemons not only can make lemonade, but also one heck of a lemon pie. Tasty!