This was going to be a weekend of celebration

This was going to be a weekend of celebration, but it isn’t anymore.
I finally dropped the part-time contract gig. Then, a bombshell. My boss had changed up the marketing manager job description, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it. It more or less looked the same to me. Then, a resume across my desk for an interview: Andrea from MCE. I have spent the past 10 years trying to build a portfolio of skills that will get me slated for a management spot at a company. Wishy-washy boss of mine decides this role will be less about creating strategic and managing projects–which I am ready to do and think I’ve demonstrated more than enough times–and more about managing people–which I have done and am ready to do again. He kind of mealy-mouth says something about having changed the job description but for the most part just tells the in-house recruiter to tell me to post it to the website without asking me a damn thing about it. Anyway, so after I’ve interviewed Andrea, and have been rather unimpressed with her responses and career since we’ve last worked together 10 years ago, my boss calls me into a room and asks me what I would think about her managing me. I mean, what am I supposed to say? No way–she really isn’t nearly as good as she makes herself out to be–and sound petty, jealous, sour grapes and all that. Or say, why sure, yes, I would love to have someone who has at best almost as much experience as I have be my manager?

I am feeling pretty low down right now. I’ve already come to the conclusion that my boss is clueless, incompetent and utterly detached from what marketing does. I feel like I am between a rock and a hard place on this one. I am getting rejection letters for jobs I was being recruited for just a few years ago–probably mostly likely because I am too old now in the eyes of a lot of people. I am getting rejection letters for jobs with Director and VP in the title because I don’t have enough years working at jobs with those key words in the title. I am headed toward being one of those sad, middle-aged people who travels around and sleeps in his car, working from fruit farm to Amazon fulfillment center, homeless, divorced and completely out of sync with the world where everyone over 40 better be a director or higher and hang on for dear life and everyone else is clawing at each other to get to the top as fast as they can.

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