“Then maybe getting fired was the first good thing that happened to you today.”
I looked at her.
“That’s a strange definition of good.”
“Sometimes people do you a favor by showing you exactly who they are.”
Then she walked away.
I sat with that for a while.
Maybe she was right.
But philosophy didn’t pay tuition.
I opened my phone and searched job listings.
Marketing director.
Account strategist.
Brand manager.
Senior creative lead.
Every position somehow looked both possible and impossible.
I had experience.
Good numbers.
Good client relationships.
But I was thirty-eight.
Divorced.
Supporting two daughters.
Car payment.
Mortgage.
Insurance.
The luxury of “finding myself” had expired years ago.
I needed a paycheck.
Fast.
I began updating my résumé from the diner booth.
Thirty minutes passed.
Then my phone rang.
The agency number.
I stared at it.
Ignored it.
It rang again.
Ignored it.
Then a text appeared.
