"It's bad news, I'm afraid" said he, upon calling me into his office.
"Oh, the fold out brochure?" I asked, oblivious as ever, spotting printouts of one I had been working on that were strewn on the table.
"Oh, no. No not that" he said, tidying them away. "It's about your job."
Ah. That old recession chestnut.
In the course of the conversation he mentioned that he realised things might be difficult for me and my girlfriend now. (He knows that I live with one other girl, ie T Cup.) At the time I was too blindsided by the freight train of impending unemployment that had just crashed into my little bubble to notice what he said, and just carried on. But I'm pretty sure my soon to be former boss thinks I'm a lesbian. Suggestions as how to rectify this over the next four weeks are welcome.
I probably won't go with the Bear's idea to wear a badge proclaiming "I heart cock".