Dead at 27: Warning #3

Warning #3 came in the form of a career change.
The bank lists different "careers" that are available for each colleague to apply for.
The first job I applied for was a Training Specialist and something like a million salary grades higher than my first position with the bank (job title: Meager sales associate that needs second job in order to make ends meet).
So I apply for this job and because I was on Final Written Warning (FWW, cool bank term), I needed special approval to even post for the position. At this point, I think my manager was eager to get rid of me and my antics (I never hit goals and chatted with customers about personal stuff, not bank products).
So I'm called in for the first interview, then the second interview. Then I'm told to prepare a twenty minute presentation about some aspect about the bank, have a game included in the presentation and of course the people that I would present this to were the Who's Who of the bank in Pittsburgh.
I created the PowerPoint presentation of my life and put my all into this. For days, I tweaked my presentation, all in the hopes of getting out of the retail aspect of retail banking.
On the day of my presentation, I was super nervous, freezing cold and sweating like a pig. I never practiced my presentation, I just knew my topic like no one else. I was a friggin professional and I had the powersuit to match (and shoes, of course).
I come home after my presentation and discovered that I had a fever of 102 and found out the following day that I had pneumonia. On the third day, I heard that the bank decided to lay off the entire Training department. Thanks, Bank! Goodbye, career! You owe me $250 for the suit and shoes!
To this day, I have applied for 22 positions in the bank, have interviewed for ten of those positions, and everytime I get close to a career, the Bank lays off that entire department. If someone isn't trying to tell me something, I don't know what's going on.