I don't know how long I just....sat there staring at the coffee table. At this point I wasn't even crying I was just, processing what I just did and what was going to happen. I was just snapping out of it when my phone buzzed. "please be something good..." I begged under my breath. It wasn't. [U R FIRED] ... I couldn't help but, laugh at his horrid spelling and his way with words. "Great I'm fired."