You are the crappy, second-rate company I worked for who laid me off. You told me that the layoff had nothing to do with my performance, but you needed to get rid of me because the business was struggling. This was right after you announced you were donating a large sum to charity for a promotional event. Hmm . . . I guess canning me was an easy way to come up with the cash. Anyway, thank you for pushing me to move on to better things. I'm going to enjoy not having to fake interest in the unoriginal, piss-poor-quality products you made and the mostly vapid, uninteresting people who worked in your office. Free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, I am free at last.
