In the process of that work, I just threw out a mug that was given to me as a secret santa once, it was HUGE, probably held at least 700mls of coffee or tea or whatever.
So these mugs have helped me work through some shiznit, and now I have a lot more respect and love for them.Īnd like yourself, I have discovered there is a reason I was put through that, and the reason is to start my own thing where I am the one in charge, so I am working on that now. But the truth is, how can I hold what that person did against those mugs? Plus, they are really awesome mugs. There were times I really wanted to smash them with a hammer. These particular mugs are my morning coffee mugs, so every morning I am greeted by a reminder of all that pain and hurt feelings. Turns out the owner was flat out psycho and staying would not have been good for my mental health so as much as I loved it and as hard as it was to do it, I had to quit. I recently had to walk away from a job that I loved, which before I worked there I had bought two mugs from them and I bought another one while I was there. I know it’s not a big deal but I’m in a quandary, so would love to hear if you have any wisdom to offer about my teacup dilemma!įiled Under: Rants & Ramblings, Work & Finances Reader InteractionsĪctually I have a two such similar quandary (quandaries?) myself but I’ve built a bridge over them. Question is – do I want to forget? Isn’t that redundancy part of what has made the me of today?! One definition I came across said that “a storm in a teacup” means to be very upset or annoyed about something that is not at all important, and will soon be forgotten. Maybe he’s right – if I can let it go physically, it will help me to let go symbolically. Once it’s gone, the reminder will be too.
The husbear wants to know why I don’t just get rid of it. More recently, my teacup has been in storage for several months while we moved house, but just last weekend I unpacked it and all the hurt rose to the surface again. Rationally? I know that there were several redundancies at the time, so no doubt the people that were left had to dig deep, contributing to all of these farewell gifts.īut it still hurts, and every time I look at my teacup and what a small gift it was compared to others, it reminds me of the pain of feeling unloved and unwanted which redundancy typically generates (even if everybody assures you it’s not personal it’s the job that has been made redundant, not you my life is so much better now blah blah blah).įor a long time I just kept my teacup on the bookshelves in my study where I didn’t really notice it, pulling it out to use as a prop for the occasional photo. But it seems puny in comparison to the many leaving gifts I contributed to or even organised during my nearly ten years at that organisation. It was a thoughtful gift, no doubt chosen by one of my lovely workmates (and I’m pretty sure I know which one). You see back in 2012 when I was made redundant unexpectedly, this was my leaving present along with a bunch of flowers.
Why it’s become a storm in a teacupīut instead it reminds me of a difficult time in my life, and even without drinking from it, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. So you would think that I would love this teacup and saucer set. Most of the time, I’m a tea drinker – and as I explained some time ago, to me, it’s much more than just a cup of tea. Maybe it is, but it’s got me all confuzzled (totally a word). (Oh, and while I’m at it – is it teacup or tea cup?! My natural instinct was to use it as two words, but the consensus online seems to be that “teacup” is the way to go). Some might say it’s a storm in a teacup – in other words, I’m getting upset about something that really isn’t such a big deal in the overall scheme of things.
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