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Losing A Friend vs. Losing A Job
This actually tells the right story about adulthood, methinks.
I am 43 with no kids and I’ve moved about five times in adulthood, so rest assured I know a lot about how friendships end and the different reasons behind them, some of which tend to be your fault, some being someone else’s fault, and most being completely indifferent and tied to “similar life stage.” I’ve blogged about it before.
Now, I’ve also lost a few jobs in my day. I’ve stayed at a place a long time and left on my accord (ESPN and some others), I’ve been freelance and rolled off contracts at different points from three months in to 27 months in, and I’ve had fucking terrible jobs where I lasted 80 or so days, a combination of my own asshole-y nature and the job design being awful + bosses not liking me. Probably the pre-eminent example of that one was TCU:
