“A great new beginning, that’s what this will be,” Emma said, trying not to cry.
“Oh, cut the crap, Emma. This sucks, and you know it.” Her best friend Mary had insisted they go out for drinks after Emma had called to tell her that she’d been fired that day. “Let yourself be pissed. You have every right.”
“I know, but what am I going to do? It’s not like I’m going to sue or anything.” Emma swirled her wine. “Even though firing someone because they’re “unhappy” doesn’t really seem like much of a reason.”
“Most of the planet’s workforce would be fired if that were the case,” Mary said, raising her hand. “Including moi. Who goes to work to be happy?”
“Certainly not the staff in that office,” Emma frowned. “Toxic place.”
“Awful place from all you’ve said about it,” Mary said.
Emma nodded, unable to speak as another wave of emotion hit. Getting fired in her forties wasn’t like getting fired in her twenties – the only other time this had happened. There hadn’t been a mortgage then, and all the trappings that come with one.
“Well, you’ll get unemployment, and then see what’s out there,” Mary said. “You’re going to be all right.”
Emma smiled, hoping her friend was right.