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I realised I was being let go from my job in London when I turned up for my "assessment" after being off sick, to see a note on the door saying "PASSWORD HAS CHANGED - CALL OFFICE NUMBER TO BE ADMITTED!" and inside a note taped to the Reception window which read Do Not Use Credit Card Unless Authorised By [Artistic Director] which made it clear they'd changed the cards too.
That hurt more than my dismissal in the end.
They were informing everyone I was going before I even came in, so the meeting was a farce.
And they worried I might abuse my position of trust.
I hadn't and I didn't. But a wicked little flicker wished I had.
'Cept I'd have died inside if I had.
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