My dream job was to be an editorial cartoonist. It’s a dream I’m still (partially) living today. But in 2010, my dream received a rather rude wake-up call when I was informed my job was being turned into a part-time job. I had, in the time for ink to dry, lost my benefits and half my pay — for the same amount of work!
It wasn’t fair. But you know what? Me thinking “It’s not fair!” didn’t feed my family or keep my house.
I had to learn to surf. And for the past 13 years, I have been trying to catch the wave of change. Has it been perfect? No. I’ve made a gazillion mistakes and have struggled with my attitude. I’ve wrestled with hurt, disappointment, and anger — all which did not serve me well at all.
It has been wonderful education. Look, I don’t know who made the decision to cut me. But if I ever find out, I’ll thank them. They did me a huge favor.
