I was fired by courier. Maybe that's just a little bit ironic considering one of the four (yes, FOUR) magazines I edited and managed was devoted to the courier profession.
I knew something was up, but I did not expect this. Just a few days earlier, my boss again told me how great my work was and how valuable I was to the company. But then I had the audacity to disagree with her about the ethics of something that a volunteer wanted me to do.
It was the last straw, it seems. Never mind the awards I won for the company. Never mind the fact I regularly received enthusiastic responses from readers that I liked to keep in a file called "love letters." Never mind my unique commitment to meeting deadlines or my never telling people I was too busy to help them.
I said I disagreed with some rather ridiculous demands. How dare I be so negative!
My boss couldn't even fire me to my face. She sent a courier to my home, after 5 p.m. on a Friday, with a letter cutting me loose.
And, that Friday night I slept better than I had in three years.
Ironic?
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