They Fired Me On My 55th Birthday After 29 Years But Three Months Later The Company Was Fighting To Survive

two cramped rooms above a laundromat near the Loop. There had been three of us: Daniel, his cousin Steven, who left after the third year to pursue something in real estate, and me. The printer jammed so regularly it had become background noise. The coffee came from a machine that produced something theoretically coffee-adjacent. We could not afford continue reading …