Jewish history is basically the story of tribes, exile, and the repeated discovery that somewhere else might be slightly less hostile.

Which is why it felt oddly appropriate that I lost my job the week of Pesach.

I lost my job this week.

Not dramatically. No shouting, no slammed doors, no security guard escorting me out while my colleagues pretended to check their email.

Just a polite email informing me that I was being “let go.”

Corporate English is a fascinating dialect. It can describe expulsion in a tone normally reserved for releasing a dove at a peace conference.

“You are being let go.”

Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you.

The strange thing about losing a job is that it doesn’t feel like losing employment.

It feels like losing a tribe.

For months, you belong somewhere. You have meetings, shared complaints, an office coffee machine that produces something technically related to coffee, and a Slack channel nobody understands. Still, everyone treats it with the seriousness it........

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