I woke up with the worst headace of my life-as usual. I rolled up from my bed with a huge smirk on my face. Looking through my closet for my work clothes I realized I had no clean clothes. My stomach then speaking me so I quickly ran over to the fridge. Suprisingly, there was no food. Just a loaf of bread and a half a bottle of milk. Glancing over at the clock I then realized I was ten minutes late to work. "Damn" I screamed out loud. "Could my morning get any better?" Quickly I grabbed some clothes from the dirty laudry and bolted out to the car.

Driving onto I-95 in my 1995 beat down nissan versa the traffic began to get heavy. A car had flipped over into a canel. The scene looked horrible. I saw a young girl with a missing leg and shoulder bone sticking out. She was getting pulled away in a stretecher. There were three injuried in the accident.

Finally I get to work and before I could walk to my desk my co-workers bitched at me for being late. I coldly brushed them off and spotted a folded letter placed on my desk. I immediately began to read it. "Please meet me at my off" were the words I repeatively read over. My heart was beating rapidly. The palms of my hands began to get moist, I couldn't help but to think "what did I do wrong?"

20 minutes later, after I've gathered my thoughts, I walked my way over to my boss office. I waited outside her office for almost a decade it felt like. "Lisa please come into my office," My hearted dropped and my legs went num.

I sat down in the comfy seat infront of her desk and glanced into her eyes. My boss handed me a enevlope. "What is this all about," I asked timidly. She remained quiet and watched me open the enevlope. Tears dropped from my face. She looked me in the face and announced that my services were no longer needed and I was free to go. I stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me.

I couldn't stop shaking. Quickly I grabbed the remaining of my shit from my desk. I over heard co-workers whispering to one another which made me feel ashamed. The ride home was depressing and long. I called my mom crying non-stop. Thinking over the past couple of months it didnt add up. I was no late to work, disrespectful to my peers, or was I a slacker. Walking through my front door I thought to myself "damn I am unemployed,"