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

meant.

I rented a small office on a quiet street in Lincoln Square.

The rent was manageable. The light was good.

A year after my termination, on the morning of my fifty-sixth birthday, I unlocked the front door and turned on the lights and put the kettle on, and the small brass nameplate beside the door read EC Auditing and Payroll.

Nothing about it was continue reading …