“I Don’t Fire Myself”—A hard‑won climb from corporate exile to a ledge of dignity Introduction The first time I watched Jeong‑eun clip into a harness and stare up at a lattice of steel that looked like it could slice the sky, I felt my palms sweat. Have you ever stood at the edge of your own life, told by someone in power that your seat is gone, your future outsourced? This film understands that panic—then quietly, stubbornly, shows what it costs to keep standing. It isn’t a tidy underdog fantasy; it’s the bruise‑colored reality of a woman learning to breathe in hostile air. By the end, I was rooting not for triumph in headlines, but for that small, blazing decision: I won’t fire myself. ...