The day after being fired I was still reeling with shock. There is so much about it that makes absolutely no sense (I've done my job well by everyone's account. Business has picked up notably. There's a long history between my family and that of the bosses so there's a very personal element to all of this which makes it a bit more painful). I've spoken with my coworkers and none of them see any reason for this either. I have my theories as to what constituted the "chemistry" problem. If I'm right my former bosses could not possibly admit it unless they wanted to leave themselves wide open to a lawsuit. Of course, I have no way to actually document it though. I decided the day after loosing my job would be dedicated to myself. I didn't have a plan beyond, "I'm not doing anything that doesn't feel good." I packed up my camera. I went for lunch and left a 100% tip and a note for the waitress thanking her because she did her job well, was a pleasant person, and I know she has a generally thankless job. I spoke with some friends and wandered around. I eventually wound up at a local cemetery. Long-time readers may know that I have a fondness for them and have been known to escape to them in times of stress. As soon as I drove through the rows of trees standing like sentries I began to feel calmer.