19. Job in my Hand, Shit in my Shoe

First job. First office. First workplace hallucination.

After dancing my way out of the hospital, I headed home to my parents’ house to share the news and pack my bags. It was time for me to return to my apartment. This was a new era — my era — and I was hell-bent on beginning it as an independent adult.

I packed in a flurry of excitement but before my parents came home, the events of the day caught up to me …