Here’s your dose of perspective, straight, no chaser.
So I’m topping off the power steering fluid in my car when my cell phone goes off. I recognize the exchange as being from work, which I had just left an hour and a half before from the weekly staff meeting.
On the phone is my boss, who says that she has bad news and a favor to ask, and which would I like first?
In that split second, I had already leapt to the conclusion that I had been demoted back to being an agent, or was being fired, and I had no idea what the favor could possibly be. Please don’t sue the company, maybe.
So I opted for the bad news first.
She tells me the bad news.
One of my agents was killed by a drunk driver on his bike home from work last night.
The favor was to talk to a reporter in an “unofficial” capacity, since we can’t comment on his work habits or anything. To which I agreed, of course. Wasn’t much I could tell her — I only really knew him professionally, not much personally. I got a little more information from the reporter — kid was only 19, the drunk who hit him and kept on going (and they caught him, there was a trail of car parts and radiator fluid) had a history of DUI, so he’ll be going away for a very long time, I trust.
Being fired or demoted seems rather frivolous as bad news now.