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

than I expected, honestly.”

“So? Are you interested in joining us?”

I thought about the cardboard box in my car, about three years of being undervalued, about Andrea’s practiced tone when she’d fired me for having the audacity to explore my options.

“Yes,” I said. “Absolutely yes.”

We shook hands, and this time it felt like a beginning rather than an ending.continue reading …