r/offmychest

Im 49 and my daughter is 24. She recently got her first full time job and told me she os planning to move out soon for it

I was happy for her. It felt like the natural next step and she was excited. We even talked about apartments near her possible work place and how different her life was going to be there

But after that it felt like something changed in how she acted around the house. She started acting quieter amd more distant

Then one evening around mid april she told me she needed to talk to me about some things she wasnt able to get herself to speak to me. I was really really nervous

We sat down and then she said she had been thinking a lot

And after tht she thanked me and she said she knew I had always been there for her

Then she told me that even though she appreciated everything i did, she had never really seen me as her parent, rather just someone who was there while she grew up

And now that she was moving out for her job she said she didnt want to stay in contact anymore

She told me this was just because for her, there was no real connection there that made continuing the relationship feel necessary

I asked her if something had changed recently. If I had failed her in some way without realizing it but she told me that i didnt do anything wrong and it was just how she always felt but she never said it because she knew it would hurt me

I realized that the life I thought we were building together might have only ever felt that way to me

What I cant stop thinking about is how you can be present in someones entire life and still not be part of the version they carry forward when its time to leave. I dont know what that makes me to her now

I dont really know what to do with that yet but i just know that im really hurt

I mean...technically, she got herself fired? But I still feel bad.

I work in marketing as an Art Director at a tech and branding company. 50+ employees, fully remote. We recently hired a college graduate whose degree I still don't know what is, but she was our Associate Social Media Manager and I rarely spoke to her.

Just this past Monday, she took it upon herself to send one of our highest paying clients an AI-generated design to "inspire ideas" for a social media campaign. She didn't consult with any members of the Creative Team beforehand.

Obviously, the generated designs were very impractical, off-brand, and unrealistic to achieve, but the client loved the photo-realistic illustration style so much that they wanted us to now illustrate a campaign for them. In summary — it's going to take...maybe 60+ hours and cause several other clients of ours to be deprioritized to achieve this.

Initially, I assumed she meant well, but I spoke to her privately about why she can't do that. Instead of a mature response, she sent me several links about how "AI is the future" and said, "I think you should read these, I'm surprised someone at your level hasn't. Hope this helps!"

I crashed out.

I immediately spoke to her manager, whom I've known for 8 years, and she agreed that she's not fit for the role, too impulsive, and disrespectful.

I was like...wait, we aren't firing her are we? I just thought she was out of line. Nope, she got fired by 4PM.

Whoops. If you're reading this, sorry Kayleigh.

EDIT: Since some of y'all seemed curious, she's 25 and I'm 34. Like I'm literally not a boomer so it's not an age thing and our company actually utilizes AI internally lol. Appreciate all the discourse though! Didn't expect all of these comments. And I'm sorry but we're not hiring. Gonna outsource for social deliverables for now. :(

EDIT #2: To give context to how risky this client is to displease, they have us on a $150k/month retainer.

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