When you(r friends) get promoted

Earlier this week, two of my closest colleagues who happened to be my ex-housemates got promoted. Previously they were senior analysts, now they are associate managers. I am still an analyst after more than 1.5 years of working in this company. Well, they have been working there for more than three years, almost four years I think? But still. So this is what it feels like when your friends get a promotion. You feel left behind, not good enough, envious, every single negative thing. 

Now, do not be bitter. Let's assess why you have these negative feelings.
  • Feeling left behind because they are two of my closest friends in the office and now I feel kind of inferior around them. Well, come on. They are three and four years older than me and they have been working in the office for twice as long as me, so they truly deserve it.
  • Not good enough because they got promoted and I did not. Again, it is not because I am not good enough, but because they have the opportunity. There were needs for associate managers and they were qualified. I am not qualified, obviously because I am still an analyst. And I am good enough. I have been doing my job really well and showing good performance.
  • Envious. Don't be! Everybody has different challenges and opportunities in life and the promotion was their opportunities. 
Do believe when the time comes you will also get promoted. Also, do not feel blue about it because with great power comes great responsibility, right? Enjoy what you have at the moment and do your work in earnest.

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