Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

eight. My best friend Marissa, who I’d texted earlier with a brief “call me when you can” message.

“Tell me everything,” she demanded.

I told her. The termination meeting with Andrea, the humiliating box-packing, the unexpected text from David, the job offer that seemed too good to be true.

“This is amazing,” Marissa said. “This is like career karma continue reading …