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recession blues

Something strange has happened. My self esteem has taken a beating. Is it recession? Or is it something else I don’t know. Maybe like they always say the elements are conspiring against you. Let me list down the facts that led me here.
After making me wait like a dog outside the butcher’s shop for 39 days the asshole had the guts to tell me he is not selling the bike. If he didn’t want to sell it why make me wait? Took that news in good spirits and checked for more bikes. Found only one. But then to think that I have to reenact the whole damn process of going across to see the bike, riding it and then negotiating draws me back.
Today for the first time when I got a call from upstairs, I panicked. After ages I suddenly felt that my job was at stake. Are they calling me to hand me the slip? Like what they did to PD one fine evening. I still remember his face when he came out of that room. He turned out to be lucky. He got another job. What has the recession ravaged markets got for me, I don’t know. Well I still have my job. Almost all the clients have cut their spending. We have lost quite a few as well. The new pitches haven’t borne any fruit yet.
Is that a pink slip? Naah, it's a post-it you damn fool.

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