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Rioroutè come to my office now!
The frizzy-haired fat bitch calls. She normally doesn’t take me to her lair. I guess she’s afraid that I’ll see her stash of potato chips hiding under her desk. I wonder what I’ve done now. I get up from my project. That if you can call gluing a poster together a project. I get up to follow her to her lair. I want this to be quick and painless.
As you know because of the economy our company has start to experience cutbacks.
Well yeah I see it on the news everyday. Companies are letting people go left and right. If you ask me it is on the account that people in corporate America are giving themselves too many raises. Let’s take this fat bitch in front of me as an example. By the looks of it she’s given herself way too may raises.
I’m sorry but we are going to have to let you go.
Let me go? Whatever happened to just saying “You’re fired”? Are they trying to be nice? There’s no nice way to say “While I’m still gong to be here, you are not.” What a way to say “I’m taking everything you’ve worked for away from you. Well at least she wasn’t the first person to do this to me. No that girl had the first honor of taking everything away.
Well, we’re done here. Give me your ID and clean out your desk.
And that’s how it goes. It’s just that easy for her to say. I just got up not knowing if I should cheer that I’m finally freed from this fat bitch’s rule or whether I should do like most employees that get fired. You know, make a big scene. She wasn’t really worth my energy anyway. So I handed her my ID and left her lair. What am I supposed to do now? That was the last thing that kept me holding on to human life. Not to mention that I needed this job as a source of income. I took one of the many boxes that were stacked up in the office to my desk and started to fill it. I filled it with everything, dreams, memories, and my future. They all seemed to fit within this small box. A box that I would take with me wherever I go like a dark cloud looming over the city that waits for the right time to release the rain that it was holding in.