Dear Ira,

I just called my job. Well, that is to say, my old job. I didn’t recognize the voice on the phone, so I asked for another co-worker.

Then I recognized the voice. It was E, only E was sick as a dog. I remember those times - never taking a day off, always coming into work with one foot in the grave.

I originally called to find out if they saw that I had written about them in my book. I wanted to know if they read it. I wanted to know if they liked it.

But calling there just now, I realized how happy I am that I no longer have to work there.

It’s one of those places that you don’t realize that you’re in the mire or how deep you are in, until you are suddenly out.

E, if you are reading this, and I know you are not, you’re almost out. And I got 6 days of sick time stored up that I wish I could give you.

Ira, I hope you treat your employees right.

-Enna