In order to capture the depth of nausea that I felt on the day that I got fired, you need to picture me sitting across from my boss in his glaringly sunny office. Then you need to envision giant tufts of wiry white hair sprouting out from the neck of his company polo shirt.
Three years ago today, an email popped into my inbox asking me to please step into my manager's office. There, a hired gun was waiting to tell me that my job as a nationally syndicated columnist for the Los Angeles Times was unceremoniously ending.
Granted there are dozens and dozens of books offering advice for people who are out of work, or those looking to change careers, but none of these really tell you it's okay to be out of work for a while.