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ALICE
Some mornings when Alice woke she still thought she was employed.
In the weeks after she had been fired (‘walked to the door’) from Tangerine, the sun would creep over her face as she lay in bed and Alice would open her eyes and reach for her phone. Checking the weather, the news, her work email, before recalling with a lurch she no longer had a job. No more staff meetings, syncs with Larry, or weekly security checks that she used to dread; now her phone served mostly as a receptacle for store promotional emails, which, given the recent and total elimination of her income, she deleted en masse.
Amazingly, given that it’d been a long-standing fear of hers, there were many downsides she’d never considered to getting fired. Yes, the act itself was humiliating, the loss of income
