Montag, 12. Oktober 2009

Disposable

My boss said to me this morning „Felix, you’re disposable”. He said that and left me sitting at my desk. He just left me sitting there whilst everyone else pretended to type emails or water a plant or do something, anything other than look at me.

Disposable.

I’m not quite sure if that means I’m fired. What was he trying to say? Should a get a little cardboard box now? Should I shut down my computer and lie to my colleagues and tell them it was a fun couple of months and, boy, I’ve really learnt a lot?

Then the phone rang. It was my boss asking me if I could make a meeting tomorrow with the team from Credit Suisse.

I’ll never understand this country. I’ll never understand these people.