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Originally Posted by Sundae
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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Circumstances were somewhat the same for me. My immediate supervisor, at least, was nice enough to admit that he'd known far in advance of my pending layoff, and it killed him to have to keep it from me. But it was depressing to realize that the big boss didn't think I could be trusted.
It was kind of ironic, because he was one of the most impressive liars I'd seen in action. I guess people who roll that way think that everyone else does, too.