On Friday, I opened my email at work and read this:
Your position with — is being terminated due to restructuring. Let’s meet at 4:45 to discuss further.
The person who sent the email sat behind me, only two-feet away.
Instead of turning around and facing the person who sent the email and saying “WTF?” I clicked on “compose mail” and responded with this.
I’d rather meet this morning.
She fired off this 22-caliber email, which grazed my arm.
Let’s meet at 11:00 a.m.
And so I spent the last two hours of my jobful morning clearing my desk and bidding co-workers adieu. “Adieu to you and you,” I said, who were my two friends.
Now that I am free to explore the endless employment possibilities, I can’t wait to roll up the sleeves on my sweat top and jump back into the job market waters, which has reached the freezing point. I hope I don’t suffer a concussion and bruise my id, or ergo the ego will get mighty pissed.
Craig, honey, I’m back and ready to scroll through your lists.
Cheek to cheek kiss.
Now chew on this earlier post after ingesting my words: