Scott
I was laid off today.
Four of us were called into the boss's office and he talked to us about how sorry he was that he had to let us go, but there are just not enough clients hiring the firm and the he can't afford to keep all the attorneys. The four of us stared at him like deer in the strobe lights. When we stood up to leave he shook hands with each of us. "Ben," he said, shaking Ben's hand. "Micheal," he said, shaking Micheal's hand. "Scott," he said, shaking my hand. "Patty," he said, shaking Patty's hand.
Scott.











