43 Days Later

There are many things that your boss can tell you that will make you feel great.

"You are doing a great job."

"We can't survive without you."

"We are giving you a raise."

"Here is a bonus for all your hard work."

The one thing no one wants to hear is:

"We are laying you off at the end of March."

Holy fuck turds, that's one way to get my blood pumping.

That means I have 43 calendar days of gainful employment left.

After which comes Nevada state unemployment, food stamps, and looking for work, which as a transwoman can be very scary.

Looks like the job hunt begins today.

Wish me luck. 



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