**Title: Home Instead Chattanooga—Wasted My Time O...
**Title: Home Instead Chattanooga—Wasted My Time Over One Letter, Then Blamed the System**
I arrived on time . I stayed engaged. I gave Home Instead in Chattanooga my full presence. And they waited until the very end—after hours of orientation—to dismiss me over a single letter misspelled on my license.
Not my résumé. Not my record. Just one typo. Easily clarified. Easily corrected. But instead of asking, instead of showing basic respect, they let me sit through the day knowing full well they’d pull the rug out at the last minute.
Donzella said she’d call me today. But let’s be honest—it feels like a stall. A way to make yesterday’s waste of time seem like protocol instead of poor judgment. They could’ve told me early on. I would’ve fixed it. I was ready. I showed up.
That wasn’t professionalism. That was cowardice dressed as courtesy.
But here’s what they didn’t count on: I don’t fold. I don’t shrink. I write truth with fire and grace. I name injustice with precision. I walk away with my head high, even when they try to drag me low.
So let this be my review: Home Instead may have dismissed me, but they didn’t define me. I am still here. Still seeking a place that sees my worth before I even speak. And when I find it, I’ll remember this moment—not with bitterness, but with clarity.
Because if one letter on a license was enough to disqualify me, then their standards are paper-thin—and their compassion, nonexistent.