I’ve heard it said that most people are better off after a layoff. They’re happier, they have a better job, and they’re richer, if not in monetary terms then in life.
While I was upset I was laid off, I was also excited. It was a kick to the butt. It was the shoehorn needed to get me out of the company I was at for seven years. I was going to write a book, find a better job, make more money.
Well, I did get some writing done, but not as much as I wanted. I found a job, but is it better? I’m not getting paid more, and in fact, considering the lack of benefits, am being paid less. And it’s a contract job, so I have, essentially, more guaranteed unemployment to look forward to at the end of the contract term.
I don’t love this job or this company more than my old one at this point. Did I love my old job? No, but I did enjoy most of it, and there were still things I felt I could learn. I knew the company wasn’t the best, but leaving means taking your chances on another, unknown entity.
The company I’m with now is a great company, and if I were full time permanent I would be ecstatic. But I’m not. I am, regardless of anything else, a second-class citizen.
It’s what you make of it, I know. And I’m trying to make the best of it. But right now? No, I don’t feel that I’m better off.