My next-to-last job in New York ended like that -- I came in one Monday morning and the comptroller called me into his office. "I meant to tell you this on Friday," he said as he pushed a severance check at me, "you weren't supposed to come in today." His nephew was there that morning to replace me.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.