I woke up late this morning – as usual. I had no clean clothes and the fridge was next to bare. Traffic heaved unbearably through the city scape, achieving fleeting moments of exuberant movement before collapsing once again onto itself like an insufferable dying bug. At work I went to my desk and there was a note to go and see the boss. I waited outsider her offie for a while before she called me in. I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to see me. I went inside and sat down.

She handed me an envelope with manicured claws. The artificial pink tips of her fingers laughing mockingly at the exposed rawness of my own. Whilst telling me that my services were longer needed, I imagined her in her turbulent teen years, understanding that her current conviction was at fault to an education who encouraged her to talk as oppose to listen. In her conclusion, she stated that I was then ‘free’ to go, in an attempt to deceive my recent unemployment as liberation rather then defeat.

I got my belongings from my desk and left. The drive home was quick. I am now unemployed.