Survival of the Un-fittest!

Un-fittest. Is that even a word?

Well, I am here, so apparently I can get off my arsenal and ride a bike a few miles and it won't kill me. Not gonna lie though, it wasn't pretty. It took me a good few miles to understand the gears. I kept getting off the bike and looking at it like Dads look at the tricycles and dollhouses they agreed to put together for Christmas morning.

~Wait, is the brake there, or is it on the pedal. Uh, didn't the brake used to be on the pedal. I distinctly remember the brake being on the pedal 'cause you could 'burn rubber' with your stop and looked cool doing it.~

That kind of thing was going on...

Anyway, there were challenges on the way out. But the way back seemed smooth. And I didn't have to be humiliated by the 'get off the bike and push up the hill' moment. There was some pretty poor posture and some inappropriate language being shouted out loud, not to mention the ridiculous faces I am sure I was making. But, low and behold, I lived.


Not everyone survives when they are unfit for a situation. I am acutely aware of this as even though I only have 12 more work days left, it actually looks like I will have to let someone go before I leave because they are unfit.

You know, ironically, I am leaving this job because I am a square and I can't fit into this circle; I am unfit. But trying to help someone else understand that about themselves is a very tough thing to do.

I have never been fired, by the grace of God. But I had this job in Tennessee once where the position was eliminated, because they didn't really need me, and I was offered another position for which I had no skill or desire for. But the truth of it was, even way before they eliminated my position, I knew in my gut that I was not fit for the original position anyway. They were good, kind people, who I think genuinely wanted me to succeed so were trying to find a place for me. But in the end, I was unfit, and I actually got that.

What I don't understand is how someone doesn't know when they are unfit. I just don't get it. I can feel these rolls overlapping my size 10 jeans, so I know I am unfit for running a 5K. I can go to a meeting where they are talking about legislation on mental health causes in the state of Georgia and all I am thinking about is beef bolognese, so I know I am unfit.

There is nothing tougher then having to point out for someone else, to the extent of firing them, that they are unfit. Knowing for them, even though you have told them in every possible way allowable by employment law,  it is going to be a complete shock when you say, 'you don't fit and it is time to go'.

But I will do it and I will try to use words of grace and encouragement and I will do my best to let this person leave an unfit situation with the utmost dignity.

And that is all we can do in life. Go about it with a little dignity and, when appropriate, allow others to have their dignity. Life is a journey of fitting in and that is just the unfit deal we are handed!

Recipe: beef bolognese.

Road trips: only commute to a job you fit! otherwise you waste gas...

Renovations: there is no shame in admitting you don't fit. The shame is in never finding out where you do fit!