The day my boss fired me, I thanked him. He looked at me like I had lost my mind. “You're thanking me?” I nodded. “Yes.” For three years, I had been the guy everyone called when something went wrong at work. Someone called in sick? I covered the shift. A deadline was impossible? I stayed late. A coworker messed something up? I fixed it. I kept telling myself that being dependable would eventually pay off. Then one Friday afternoon, my boss called me into his office. “We're letting you go.”