I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
“We can’t keep the position open on the current basis.
Your last day will be Friday.”
I looked at the folder.
Patricia asked whether another schedule was available.
There wasn’t one the school could offer.
It was an employment conversation, not a verdict on my worth, but I did not feel that distinction immediately.
I had spent six years making sure other people could walk into clean classrooms and find what they needed.
Now the school had a folder ready for my leaving.