Personal Narrative: A Day In A Manager's Office

I kept my cool walking out of my manager’s office. Keeping my emotions off my face has never been particularly difficult for me. However, at this moment the struggle was real. I slightly clenched my hand and flashed a fake smile while walking past my co-workers and their gray dull cubicles. The second I was out of the office, I dropped the smile and continued the 15 minute walk to my car. A small hint of relief hit me when I entered my car. I could finally release this pent-up energy inside and scream some obscenities. I’m sure I was loud enough for those near my Cruze to hear, but I didn’t care. The drive home I cannot remember much of. My mind still focused on what just happened and how caught off guard I was. Like most days at my 9 to 5 job, it was mundane: drive to work through peak Mopac traffic, start-up my computer and walk across the street to Randall’s to pick up a Mango Tango Odwalla. It was still early in the day when I got called in to my manager’s office. The next few moments I still remember pretty vividly. She says, “Adrian, you’re …show more content…
My older brother was in the kitchen and looked puzzled about why I was home at 10:30am on a Monday. Instead of waiting for the obvious line of questions, I let him know that I had been fired. “How could that happen?” he asked. “I wasn’t doing a good enough job I guess.” I said trying to brush it off. The kitchen went silent for a second before my brother asked, “Ok. So what do we do now?” I was suffering from tunnel vision and my next step forward wasn’t exactly on my mind. “I don’t know,” I admit. I’m glad my brother was home at that moment despite him seeing me at a very low point. He realized my reaction wasn’t great and called me out on it. “Adrian, grow up!” he exclaimed, “ You got fired from a job you didn’t even care that much about. You’re gonna be ok. Instead of moping and feeling sorry for yourself, learn from this and start acting like an adult!” He was