Personal Narrative: Double Endings

double endings
After you’ve given yourself a pat on the back for managing 2 jobs, the feeling of relief just seemed to vanish in a snap.

Shocked. Numb. Blurred. Name all the adjectives that can probably describe to what happened last night.

Yesterday felt eccentric. I was running late for reading an article on facebook. I tapped my ID badge only to find out it’s not giving me an access to the entrance anymore. Not just once, twice, thrice, but probably a gazillion times. Or maybe, it doesn’t work on that door. So I tried the other, and still no luck. My supervisor came in. We went in together. “Am I gonna get fired?” I jokingly asked. “No, you’re not,” she replied with conviction.

I just kept up the pace and worked, until one of the bosses came up to me and wanted to talk. Okay—maybe it was just something else. Something that is not tear-jerking. I still had some tasks to finish so he talked to the other guy first. While waiting to be called, my

I just nodded with everything they said. I couldn’t come up with questions. All I said was I understand. I couldn’t retaliate or anything. I owed my part-time job to them.

I knew then what was gonna happen. Always trust your gutfeel, as they say.

So, I packed my things. Good thing I didn’t put up a lot. I grabbed the pens and the chocolates. That’s it. I parted ways with my friends without almost saying anything on why I had to leave early that night. What an awkward situation that was to begin with!

I stayed in my car for a few minutes before I finally left. I saw through the sideview mirror the other guy walking out with his lunch box and the same folder we got for our severance package.

I had to prepare on what to say to dad and step mom. I couldn’t talk, so I handed my dad the folder they gave me. Tears started rolling in and told me to not take it personally. It’s normal, let alone that most companies right now are in the same predicament, cutting their