Twenty Nine Calls Too Late

Summary

By the time Human Resources handed down my third pay cut, the director couldn’t even look me in the eye.

Keeping her head down, she murmured, "Sean, things are genuinely tight for the company right now. Just hang in there a little longer."

My monthly salary had been slashed from twenty-six thousand dollars to thirteen thousand. I simply nodded. I never signed a single paper acknowledging it.

Everyone in the office assumed I was just terrified of being unemployed, too broken to fight back.