I Was Let Go

I Was 'Let Go'

"Can we have a word in private Michael?" It wasn't really a question. I
went quietly.

When your boss speaks to you like a real breathing, living individual
you know you are in trouble.

I carefully packed my personal stationary and mouse mat into a
cardboard box that I found next to the photocopier.

I left my biscuits in the kitchenette,

Rather than face anyone.

I carried my box in a style that desperately suggested that I wasn't
carrying a cardboard box.

I slipped away into the afternoon.

That was that.