the hall,
Olga, the HR officer
marching towards my cubicle.
i immediately stopped
doodling and eating
a bag of chips.
it could mean
only one thing.
i was fired again.
i gathered up my things
in a box,
including the black stapler
which i loved,
and some pens,
removed all of my snacks
from my top
desk drawer and waited.
sorry, she said,
standing in the doorway
blocking out
all light and hope, but
Bill and Nancy
are very disappointed in you,
and sad
to see you go.
but it seems like you don't
know the first thing
about what you're doing here.
i laughed and handed her
my security badge, my
parking pass,
and told her, yeah, they're
right. i don't.
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