How are you doing?
I only hear that question three, maybe four times a day now.
It's been just over a week since I was told I was being job eliminated – that I was out, done, kaput. So the temptation to say, "How the [bleep] do you think I'm feeling?!" has subsided a bit, along with the pang that lodged itself in the depths of my gut the very moment last week when my boss walked into the room with the head of HR.
This cannot be good, I thought to myself. It wasn't.
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