Today something bonkers happened.
My friend, my beautiful, perfect, hard-working friend, got fired.
Now I know, sometimes with our buddies we have blind-spots. That “trustworthy” childhood friend steals from her office. The “kind-hearted” pal from yoga yells at cashiers over pennies. The “honest” coworker tells white lies to her landlord. But I can promise, after all of the not-so-great friends I’ve been through, I see my current buds pretty clearly.
So you can imagine why I was upset when my friend, we’ll call her Alice,* called me in tears saying she’d been fired.
The story basically pointed to her boss punishing a minor mistake with a major consequence. I’ve seen this happen before. Employers have the right to get rid of you even for tiny mess ups, but what took it too far came after.
He tore her apart, saying that she was incapable of taking criticism, telling her she’d fail at the incredibly competitive field she’s entering into.
He Mitchum Huntzberger’d her.
And why did he feel the need to do this?
Maybe he really does believe she’ll fail, but I don’t really care. Don’t tell someone that their dreams mean nothing. Don’t tell them their hard work won’t be enough. You aren’t doing them a favor. What you’re really doing is inflating your own self worth because you feel threatened.
I have, in the few hours since I got that heart breaking phone call devised murderous revenge plans and drafted many a strong worded letter, but none of that will help anyway because that’s not how justice works.
Justice will be served when my amazing friend achieves everything she’s ever dreamed of, which she will because she’s brilliant and because she’s got a boatload of people ready to catch her when she stumbles.
All I can ask of you is:
Be kind to one another.
*because that’s my pet name for all of my friends, it’s delightfully confusing