#I'd chosen that job over one at the museum and I kicked myself for that

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You know what a petty bitch like me loves when I'm already having a great month? Walking past the person who fired me from my first job at this same university while I'm walking back from downtown with Florida water in my hand and a red keffiyah tied to my purse. I know why I was fired: I cursed at a staff meeting once, and also I refused to go to a group lunch that was happening at a country club. I am a Black woman and this is the south, so of course I'm not trying to eat at no motherfucking country club. This person happened to be head of HR and was present for my firing. I was asking questions about why I was losing my job even though I got along great with my students and worked hard at outreach and recruitment, and she literally interrupted me to say "[govt name], this isn't a conversation." She then offered me a box so I could clean out my desk.

At the time I'd never felt like less of a person than I did in that moment. She was obviously looking forward to firing me and made no attempt to make the process easier for me. Bitch was literally like "shut up, there's nothing to discuss, let me bring you a box."

And I walked past her today on my way back from the metaphysical shop with my rose lip balm and Florida water. She couldn't even look at me. She saw me and then she started gazing at whatever was in her hands. Not exactly sure why her discomfort delights me so much - actually, I am. It's because she shamelessly delighted in terminating my employment and went out of her way to make me feel "less than" during the process. Clearly I did not have a career in student services ahead of me and I am giddy as I try to choose which classes I'll be taking with my scholarship. All's well that ends well, I suppose.