“Laid off?” I felt a pit of dread form in my stomach. “All of us?”
And just as I asked that stupid question, the accountant Janet walked over and handed me my literal, day-glow pink slip. “Why did they print it on day-glow pink?” I heard myself ask with scorn. “How tacky,” I mused.
I knew what it said, and I understood the envelope was probably my last check.