“We’re letting you go.” The year was 2011. I was fresh out of college, and with the ink barely dry on my Public Relations degree, I was losing my first job post-graduation. “We’re sorry, the money’s just not there anymore.” My soon-to-be-former boss leaned back in her chair to peer at me. Oh God, did I look panicked? I felt like I was panicking. “You’ve still got your freelance thing though, right?” It was true. Kinda. I’d been moonlighting as an assistant copywriter and transcriptionist for about six months. I loved the work. I loved my clients. But until that point…
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