![]() ![]() You are not a team player, and do you know what this office needs?” ![]() “It’s your general demeanor I can’t have in this office. “Although, Christ knows, somebody who hates phone calls as much as you do shouldn’t be working in public relations.” “The issue isn’t so much your work performance,” he plows on gallantly. Obviously I heard him or I’d still be giving a detailed report on the client meeting I just had, which is exactly what I was doing when he fired me. He also has a dried oat on his shirt collar but now doesn’t seem the right time to point it out: he’s married-his wife can do it later. He seems faint and muted, as if he’s behind a pane of thick frosted glass. The job situation I found out about eighty seconds ago.Īccording to the flexing jaw and flared nostrils of my boss, I’ve yet to respond to this new information. This morning, Will-my boyfriend of four months-kissed me, listed my virtues out of nowhere and concluded the pep talk by ending our relationship. The final two have been in quick succession.
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