“Can I see you in my office after this meeting?” he casually dropped as the team walked out of the board room. And just like that everything was about to change.
I had been with this company for six years. I was comfortable there, and I knew it inside and out. I was also six months pregnant, with a toddler in daycare and a family that relied on my income and healthcare benefits. To say the layoff came as a blow is an understatement. I was devastated.
I went through the usual stages of mourning: denial, self-pity, anger. But at the same time, I was determined to get back to work – some way, some how – and as fast as possible. I saw my pregnancy as almost a human timer. I only had a few months before this thing buzzed and I needed a game plan stat.