When I was 21 I had a decent warehouse job working for a very large wholesale company, W.W. Grainger. I played a practical joke and sent a rogue fax to another branch.
It was a funny joke until my boss, who was actually a good friend, was forced by his superiors to dismiss me.
I went home thoroughly dejected. I felt like a massive failure. I endured a phone call to Laura’s parents, telling my father-in-law of 10 months the story of how I’d just gotten ousted from my perfectly respectable job.
Firing #1.
