Pink Slip

First of all, forgive the inaccuracy of the subject line. I don't know if anywhere really hands out pink slips anymore, do they? I would've rather one, however, as my lay off was much more confrontational than I would've hoped if one hopes for being laid off; and would have much preferred a simple piece of paper asking me to pack my belongings and go.

Considering the times, I can't say my lay off came as a shock but was still nonetheless shocking, if that makes sense. I was called into a tiny, dark and therefore foreboding room containing two of my bosses and H.R who began by giving the same eulogy everyone hears when they're being terminated: these are hard times...you've been with us for a long time...we're sorry.

I was thanked for my hard work, asked if I wanted to say anything (I stayed silent) and officially let go into the 8.5% abyss known as the unemployed. Thus marked the beginning of my new life as a recessionista.

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