Just like that, I was unemployed.
I walked home in silence, clutching the cardboard box with my few belongings from the break room. I didn’t cry. I was too shocked.
I told my sister, who hugged me and said she’d skip next semester to help save money. That only made me feel worse.
I spent the next few days job hunting, applying to everything from coffee shops to pet stores. Nothing stuck.
I began to wonder if doing the right thing had been the wrong move.
