I was alarmed from an unsteady slumber this morning at half past seven, which meant I was already late. Throwing on yesterday's clothes, including a jacket with an incredibly noticeable stain front and center, I whipped open the sticky refrigerator door with the desperate hope of finding something, anything, edible to bring with me in the car. Of course that was only wishful thinking-I hadn't gone grocery shopping in two weeks. Already overjoyed and hopeful for a wonderful rest of the day, I jumped into my crappy car which produced a sound that could be mistaken for that of a large, dieing animal, squeaking and squealing for mercy. While trying to back up, some moron nearly clipped the tail of my beautiful ride and my breaks, or lack there of, made me feel confident that getting down the largest hill in town without killing myself would be a piece of cake.
As I was already overjoyed to be at work, I swiftly hustled to my desk to get started right away on the day's work, viciously clocking in the morning would carry no record. Except I found a note cleanly pressed and folded precisely on my desk, directing me to the boss. I jumped into a flashback of middle school, being sent to the principle's office; what did I do now? Pacing feversihly outside her office and whisking away the beads of cold sweat dripping down my forehead, I recalled my past several weeks and questioned to myself what I could've possibly done.
I hesitantly shuffled into her office eventually only to receive another note, straight from her freshly-manicured, neatly polished fingers. I was being let go because "my services were no longer needed." What a civil way of telling someone to get out, you're not good enough for us anymore. No reason. No explanantaion. No consideration. Just a slight smile and tilt of the head, nodding as if she was just suggesting that I go on and have a good life. The freaking cherry on top had to have been being told I was "free to go." Oh, well thank you, I wasn't sure if I should stick around and voluntarily kiss your ass before I packed my desk of four items.
I didn't get into any accidents on the what-seemed-like two minute zip home. Appartenly the whole town isn't causing traffic in the middle of the day, probably because they're all working. I felt humiliated, furiously enraged, and confused all in the same moment. It was almost like my license plate said: unemployed. Why else would I be on the road?
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