partial liberation

Lost my job yesterday. She called me into that make shift office and axed me with as much kindness as she could muster; after all, it was not her doing, but this order was coming from higher up, a moving of the chess pieces, nothing personal, I know this. Of course there is nothing personal in this business. This came as a great relief to me, to be out of there, and to get out before the roads got too worse for me to get home. I slid a few times, but made it. Still in my dreams last night I was shifting around items inside of Quark documents. I had to remind myself that all of that is over. I can sigh a big sigh and look ahead to something else, and hope not to work in such conditions ever again.