Last Monday, I walked into work with a messy topknot, a big baggy sweater, and a pair of heels.
Ordinarily, that would just seem like a very normal (and very millennial) thing to do. But for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it reminded me of someone.
It wasn’t until I sauntered out to the bathroom in the middle of the day, absentmindedly practising my posture, that I figured it out.
It reminded me of the supervisor who fired me. Continue reading “A Year Later: What I Learned from Losing My Job”