From termination to a new perspective: How a chance meeting during a holiday helped resolve a conflict with a former employer

a young woman whose name tag read Jessica, was on the phone. She flicked her eyes toward me, and I swear I saw them roll back in her head before she turned her back to me ever so slightly. I stood there, waiting.

One minute dragged by. Then two. Then three.

She was clearly just chatting, laughing about her weekend plans while I stood there, effectively continue reading …