One sultry lady I know, whose personality is as distinguished as her curvy physique, came up with a brilliant term that was inspired by her layoff – Fidi Detox. After holding a run-of-the-mill recruiter position at a start-up with highly questionable future, and feeling like a miserable interviewing machine telling me all about how she has been ready to quit ever since she start working there, she was really shocked and upset for about a day or so after being laid off. However, just a two-three days later the difference in her demeanor and energy is incredible. Every day she doesn’t work downtown she looks much happier, and after a week of not having to commute on Bus 1 for over 30 minutes each way, she is glowing from happiness. She no longer has to carry two cellphones or check her e-mail every 2 minutes, as if she had some kind of OCD.
She calls her current life a Fidi Detox. She is committed to not stepping her foot into a financial district for a while, unless absolutely necessary. This should help her rejuvenate her mind and soul, and take a break from finance/law posers, start-up geeks, bland, overpriced lunches, and mediocre looking, overdressed corporate women glued to their cellphones with white headphones and sunglasses.
She recognized that this is a temporary blessing and that soon she will have to return to corporate slavery, which makes present time all the more special.