Silly Rabbit

So I've finally been fired. And, in true Comcourse fashion, no one told me. Except for the little red light that's supposed to turn green when I swipe my keycard.

I am now especially glad that, when Gob lost his job, I called him to let him know there was no point in him coming in, thus sparing him the shame of being fired by a revolving door that refuses to move.

It was also quite sucky that the lobby in which I was forced to stand until the project manager escorted me to Human Capital was in clear view of my campaign. One supervisor in particular kept staring at me. Then the agent with whom he had had an extra-marital affair stood and stared as well. (They are no longer having an affair, by the way. They have each left their respective spouses and have purchased a house together.)

I was hoping that Tron would walk by or Smart or anyone to whom I could signal. Wave goodbye. Blow a kiss. Something. Anything. But it must have been busy because no one was walking around.

I was fired because of this ten minute video I made that included my workplace. The point of it is to draw attention to the consequences and irony of a consumer-driven culture in which the young and uneducated (typically among the lowest social class) are the ones used to serve the ignorant, rich, and stupid; therefore, we're all doomed. Unfortunately, the footage violated confidentiality and portrayed my workplace and the campaign for which I worked in a derogatory way.

No shit.

Smart called while I was out (I stopped at my parents' place on my way home to eat). We're going out tonight to the bar we have been frequenting for the last couple of months. We started going after work. Sometimes Tron or Novel would come along. I'm going to miss my friends.

I can kind of understand now how easy it was for Gob to completely cut off all contact with everyone (including me) after he left. It probably made things less upsetting.

All right, then. Time to shower.