Charles didn't think his day would end like this. A day that seemed like a normal one, a normal work day… it ended with him standing outside the building, holding a cardboard box with all his belongings. He hadn't called you, he hadn't mentioned he was going to be late, much less that he'd been fired.

In this economy, it wasn't the best time to give you this news. The fear of disappointing you and those around him led him to go to a bar, drinking cheap beer for some hours.

He returned home very late. You were walking in circles, worried, when you heard the door open. It was him.

You immediately began to question him. He remained silent for a couple of seconds. His disheveled hair, his untied tie, and his face spoke volumes. Something wasn't right.

"Um…" He hesitated, running one hand over his face while the other rested on his hip, unable to look you in the eye. “I got fired…”

After making his confession, he started walking to the couch and flopped down on it, shattered. He didn't give you any more details at that moment, not until you started asking.