I worked for a nonprofit as a teacher providing over-the-phone free tutoring.
During COVID, everything went remote, and I moved to Mexico to stay with my long-time partner, now husband!
This year, all of the management turned over. New director, new program manager, and everything seemed to be going great!
Today at 11:00 while I’m heading to the airport, I get a “when can we schedule a time to talk today or tomorrow” email. In the back of my head, I knew this could be what this was about because I don’t live in my home state anymore.
The new director of board wants to “focus on teachers in our state who teacher our standards” – no talk of an ongoing professional development to stay up to speed – I’m a college educated professional who graduated at the top of my class, for fucks sake! What a troglodyte.
My boss was nice as could be – it’s the nonprofit world, and when you work with teachers, people are usually super down-to-earth.
Still, I cried on the phone. It’s the longest I’ve ever worked in one place, and I stayed not because I needed the money but because I loved the work, and I said as much through my tears.
I’m it sad about it; it’s just hard to see something that you care about fall apart seemingly out of the blue.
This will likely be my last job. I don’t want to work for others. I’ve had a taste of freedom over the past few years, and I want more.
TLDR: got fired for moving and getting married, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Going all-in on antiwork because YOLO.