They Fired Me On My 55th Birthday After 29 Years But Three Months Later The Company Was Fighting To Survive

and out into October air that smelled of rain and wet pavement.

I sat in my car for nearly an hour without turning the key.

Not crying. Just sitting with the strange arithmetic of it. How an entire professional life could end before noon. How twenty-nine years could be reduced to a cardboard box in a parking garage.

Eventually I drove home.

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