Redundancy

“So tomorrow?”

“Each block totally fragmented, way before you so you’re pawing together blocks of marbled dough.”

“What are you making?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, it’s alright, we’ll arrange a redundancy then, we’re offering you two months pay, we don’t have to but we thought it would be fair.”

“Ok.”

“I think you’re a cunt.”

“Ok.”

“Well. It’s been good working with you. We all need to move on.”

“Ok.”

“You are the horriblest person I’ve ever worked with.”

“Ok.”

“So, your last day. Monday week?”

“Ok.”