On the Third Year, You Rose AgainR.I.P.
Every day was like Monday. In at 9, out at 5, a bi-weekly paycheque and a false sense of security. You lasted three years in a job with no title change, no career advancement and today, it all came to a crashing end. Your job was terminated and to congratulate you for making the cut and for saving the company's operating budget this year, you were given your walking papers and escorted out of the building by Lucy in HR who desperately chewed her gum on the elevator ride down in order to avoid conversation. You thought about telling Lucy that she looked like a cow and that she chewed her gum like a cow chewed cud too, but decided instead that you should simply say "thank you". Tomorrow morning, Lucy and everyone else would read your famous last words in the company-wide e-mail. "Job termination is a euphemism for fired. It's about time! Thank you, everyone!"
~ Miss Mo Rose
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