Reader, she didn’t even get an interview she got a form letter rejection.
There is no time for shame in a recession. Of course I applied! You would have, too, if you had one kid paying his own way through college, another applying, no health coverage, a bum boob, a broken marriage, and an empty bank account. Then, unable to afford my rent any longer, I moved my remaining family into smaller digs.Īt that desperate point, this Emmy-winning, New York Times-bestselling author and Harvard grad got an email advertising holiday openings for jobs at the Container Store. Last year, during a ten-month period, the following happened in this exact order: I got separated from my husband of two decades, who, having lost his job to the recession, moved across the country to start a business, leaving me as sole provider and parent to our two children still at home I abandoned the novel I was working on and found a job with benefits as an Executive Editor at a health and wellness website I took a boarder into the room newly abandoned by my college freshman to help pay my rent, which the new owners had hiked up an extra $900 a month because they could I was diagnosed with stage 0 breast cancer I watched my company, which was preparing to go public, fire dozens of qualified people within my first month of work, after which I was informed that my job, too, was on the chopping block I survived the cancer but was fired from my job. Since then, as she recounts in a raw and intense personal essay at, her life flipped over like a speeding car: Her name was Deborah Copaken Kogan at the time. You might remember Deborah Copaken from the fascinating kerfuffle around the release of her book Shutterbabe.
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