1 You are being Let Go

Fired?, What the fuck am I fired for?

This job sucks anyway. I thought to myself.

But how am I now to pay for everything?, take care of my parents?, save up for Fashion school, pay bills?, and buy dog food for my dog Lila.

Oh my gosh, the sale at Macy's, how am I gonna buy new shoes for Andrea's wedding?, my lifestyle is finished, and how am I going to see my friends?, I don't have any savings. Damn you Joseph! my wicked boss.

Well, my assessment of your work, is not so good, I heard from a colleague of mine, that all you do all day is do your make up and do youtube or tiktok videos. My boss is recalling an incident.

Who the fuck said that?, my mind is blazing inside my head. I'm going to kill that bitch Sandra from Marketing.

Uhm, Joseph, can I ask why you are telling me this?, I asked.

Because you are being let go, Laura. You can either go find what is best for you or go on a trip and find yourself, while you're at it, find a good guy, have the best sex you will ever have in your life. Go just go. If you want to study and have a new skill, or find a job overseas. Just move on and never turn back, and prove me wrong. This is for your own good. Someday you might even thank me for it.

I was about to cry, when he said "You have the whole day to pack your things and go", that is when my shit broke loose.

You can kiss your fucking job in the ass Joseph!, I worked here almost everyday, I don't go on leaves, "I don't do drugs"!, hell I don't even have a boyfriend to fuck because this job keeps making me do overtime!, I will get the hell out of here and find whatever the hell is good for me!!!. I walked out and shut the goddamn door behind me as loud as I can.

Everyone turned around from their cubicles to watch me throw my things into a box, and walked out the office of the "Times New York".

I went outside, seeing the sun before it sets in New York city.

I was a young writer before I got to this place in my life.

I was 24 when I lost my first job. My last salary, meant I could live in a nice apartment with big windows, a gym and café downstairs. Now I don't even have money to buy me a decent cup of coffee.

Shit!, I don't have money for an Uber, I will have to ride a train back to New Jersey with my Mom and Dad.

I went home to my apartment and after a week's notice, I received my last pay check. After the scene I left, I was lucky I even got paid. This would suffice for now. I packed all my belongings and moved back to my old neighborhood. Along with Lila.

Which I didn't know back then, they will grow to 10 stupidly cute dogs.