I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
I knew enough about the tone to understand that this wasn’t a question about a supply order.
I had missed shifts.
Other times, I had left early or accepted reduced hours because I couldn’t manage the whole day.
I had tried to make those adjustments sound temporary, even to myself.
Patricia offered to come.
I said yes.
In the office, the supervisor placed a thin folder on the desk.
“We haven’t been able to maintain the schedule,” she said.