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I FIRED A SINGLE MOM FOR BEING LATE—THEN FOUND OUT WHY AND BEGGED FOR FORGIVENESS I’ve been a manager for almost six years, and I always thought I was fair. Strict, maybe, but fair. Rules are rules, and if I make exceptions for one person, then where does it stop? That’s what I told myself when I fired Celia last week. She was late again—third time this month. Our policy is clear: three strikes, you’re out. She barely said a word when I called her into my office. Just nodded, grabbed her bag, and left without arguing. That should’ve been the first sign something was off. Later that afternoon, I overheard two coworkers whispering. “Did you hear about Celia’s son?” one asked. “Yeah,” the other sighed. “Poor kid. She’s been sleeping in her car with him.” My stomach dropped. I pulled one of them aside. “What do you mean ‘sleeping in her car’?” Turns out, Celia had been evicted a month ago. Her ex disappeared, no child support, no family around. She’d been working double shifts when she could, but most shelters were full, so she and her six-year-old had been living in her car. She was late those mornings because she had to drive across town to a church that let them shower before she dropped him off at school. I felt sick. I went home that night and couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wasn’t late because she was irresponsible. She was late because she was trying to survive. And I had just made her situation worse. The next morning, I called her. She didn’t pick up. I texted. Nothing. So I found the last address we had on file and drove there. It was a run-down apartment complex, but the manager told me she’d been evicted weeks ago. Now I’m sitting in my car, searching online for any way to reach her. I don’t even know if she still has her phone. I have a job for her if she wants it. More than that—I want to help. But what if I’m too late? (continues⬇️)
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