Short Story - Hill of Hope - Grant Eagar
Link to pic The Hill of Hope It was a Friday morning, around 9. I received a video call; it was my manager and a lady from human resources. They wanted to speak with me. I felt a wrench in my stomach; did I do something wrong? They said something about the company going through a restructuring and my position being eliminated; it was all a bit hazy. I expressed appreciation for the job that I had and wished them the best. I try to be positive, hoping to create good karma for my next job. The call closes, and I realize in 30 minutes my connection to the network is going to conclude, so I quickly send out a few hasty 'goodbyes, and then the connection ends. I look at my screen, and the hot project that I had been stressing over is on my computer. The thought comes to me, this is no longer my concern , and I feel a release of stress as well as the initial adrenaline of a new adventure. After a few minutes, there is also the bitter taste of the realization...
