“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.”