I got up as I usually do, late! I threw on my rain proofs and jumped on my bike for the 10 mile cycle into the south westerly. It was cold, very cold. The rain seemed to hit me with personal spite, what the f did I do to you. I got into work looking like a miserable rat caught in a sewer. The cute girl from operations pointed and laughed at me, damn I don't mind, she is a nice girl I won't hold it against her.
I got showered and snuck past the breakfast crowd to my desk without the boss seeing me. At last a small victory, but wait, there is something in microsoft calendar. Meeting with Thomas (the boss) at 10.30. What the f does he want?
I grabbed a cup of tea and went to the room. He wasn't alone - the CEO and HR were in there too. My time was up, 5 years cycling through the wind and the rain and this was the last one. They handed me a large envelope with details of my redundancy and the numbers of some accountants that will help me decide what to do with the money. I am numb, its all a bit unreal, they talk away but I don't hear anything, I just nod and avoid eye contact, before I know it they are standing up and beckoning me to the door... I walk back to my desk and wonder what the hell I am going to do with myself.
The word has gotten around, people come over to offer sympathy or congratulations. I make a joke of it! What are you going to do now they ask? I shrug my shoulders or say something ridiculous like 'strippers and cocaine baby!!' I have a fondness for neither, it doesn't matter.
I am 26 and single. The only semi-permanent appendage I have is a 1994 Peugeot. I have never been more free. I call my mates and order them to the pub for a tuesday night session
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