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I Ran Into The Boss That Fired Me
He’s Not Worth It
Shit. He’s walking towards me — the managing partner who made the decision to fire me last year. What do I do? Act natural — deep breath.
I look at the family lawyer complaining about how burnt out she is. I nod empathetically. I remind myself not to mention that I interned in family law.
No one cares. I’m not an attorney. I don’t get it, even if I was the assistant who answered the phone calls from angry clients their lawyers were avoiding. I am nothing to them. They won’t even remember my name.
He’s not looking at me, but he’s not avoiding me. He’s doing the same thing I’m doing. He’s watching me from his peripherals to see if I will make a scene.
I’m not. He’s not worth making a scene. People already think I’m off my meds, so I take a deep breath and remind myself to be rational. Calculated. I’m more credible that way.
He would smile if I looked at him. He’s preparing himself. I can see it in his stride. He would ask how I’m doing and not care, but he’s so charismatic that I would feel like he cared. That’s all that matters. The perception. Not the reality.
I won’t give him an opportunity to look like the good guy. He’s not the hero in this story. He’s the villain.
