I have been attending the
same weight-watcher’s meeting, off-and on since 2009. When our original (and much-loved) leader Steve
left, a familiar face, Robin, replaced him.
She had been the receptionist.
Robin is a WW lifer, having been the youngest person to ever join WW (at
age 7) and the youngest to achieve a lifetime status. The group is mostly comprised of supportive,
smart and articulate women. There are about
twenty who come regularly, and over the years, we’ve become friends of sorts.
Our meeting
is held in a non-descript room with stained rugs.
Nothing fancy. A couple of months
ago Robin tells us we are moving to a new facility, one that will be much nicer. The move is now a week away. Yesterday we learn that along with a new
meeting place, we will also be getting a new leader.
With no warning, Robin was
told she would no longer be running our group. She was given no explanation, though
one is promised for next week.
Ridiculous!
Most of today's meeting is about
strategizing how to keep Robin as our leader.
It’s what the group wants, and we are a vocal group. We hope an aggressive email campaign will save
her.
But it makes me think how
capricious our jobs are, particularly when someone else controls it. I have lost my job more than once, and the
sting of each loss is still fresh, regardless of reason. Once it was a business downturn, but it happened
while I was on maternity leave. Twice it
occurred because I was in a “newly created job” that really had no reason for
being. And once, the most painful, was
because the person who ran Sales was an idiot, but a powerful one who disliked me. He was fired soon after letting me go (I wish
I could say it was because of that bad
decision, but of course it wasn’t).
I have no idea why Robin will no longer lead our group. Right now, she has no idea
either. But someone at Weight Watchers knows, and whomever that someone is, he or she has made an irresponsible decision.