Lost my job today. Fifteen years at the same company and they let me go in a ten-minute video call. I sat in the car park for an hour afterwards, just staring at the steering wheel. My wife doesn't know yet. I keep rehearsing how to tell her. The kids need new shoes. The mortgage is due. But underneath the panic there's something else — a tiny, shameful flicker of relief. I hated that job. I've hated it for years.