rest in peace

l was "let go" from my day job last week.

"this is going to sting," he said.

"l feel bad because you're a mate," he said.

"it has nothing to do with the standard of your work," he said.

"it has nothing to do with your capabilities as a designer, it's all about cost cutting, and l'm afraid we are going to have to let you go."

"when would you like me to leave, would you like me to see out the week?" l said, trying not to lose control of my emotions, giving the bearer of such grim news any kind of satisfaction.

"pack up your office and leave now," he said.

so l did.