There I found myself at ten minutes to quitting time on a Friday, sitting in Dorothy's office, listening to her tell me my time was up.
"I'm sorry, Fran, but your services just aren't needed here anymore."
I stared dumbfounded, not convinced what she was telling me is true. "What happened?"
"We work in an at-will state so we really don't need to have any other reason besides not needing your services."
"But I just got back from surgery. I have bills to pay."
"The decision was made before your surgery. HR will not contest unemployment when you call to file."
"Go clean out your desk."
I could see that Dorothy had a smirk on her face when she told me. It was awful. Next, I found myself being escorted to the lobby of the building by security as if I were some criminal. It was humiliating and I felt so sick. It was as if someone had died.
I drove home and sat staring at the wall of living room for I don't know how long. I can't stop crying. What am I going to do? I'll never get a good reference. I'm ruined.