Hi, all. My name is Brenda L. Peterson.
A long time ago in what feels like a galaxy far, far away, my paycheck from a struggling little tech start-up—one that doesn’t exist anymore—bounced.
Soon after, I took a new job with a large, established company. A few months in, the CEO retired, then a national tragedy rocked the country and sucker punched the economy.
One non-descript day in October, I went to work expecting a day full of not-particularly-exciting meetings. Instead, I found myself home early toting a white bankers box containing all of my formerly workly possessions and a document explaining how that job wasn’t mine anymore.