CHAPTER THREE
JuneThey didn't give me any warning. The red letter on my desk came as a shock. I was fired. Well, technically, they offered me an ad-hoc consultant role to be called upon whenever they had a need. No, thanks. I'd given this company everything and what did I get in return? Nothing.
At least they didn't insist on me working the four weeks to my official leaving date and put me on paid leave instead. I bet my bosses thought themselves charitable doing so. f*****g bawbags. I didn't swear a lot, but this was one of the few occasions where I wished I had a more extensive expletive vocabulary. Bloody cunts. Fuckers. Sheepshaggers.
I spent the afternoon and evening in various bars, drinking away my anger. I'd never been fired before. Until now, it had always been me who'd handed
