At my work, my office is larger, and all my co-workers are zipped up in navy blue sleeping bags, like cocoons, and laid in rows in my office. Vickie the Production manager is getting into a sleeping bag as well, and I laugh, yeah, I know what's coming...

The boss Dave comes in and hands me a severance package. Gus is there too. Apparently I had at some point voiced an intent to depart, and they decided just to boot me out now. I try to explain that I intended more of a graceful departure, perhaps within a year or two, but for some reason it's too loud, I can't hear them and they can't hear me. We shout back and forth a couple times, but then give up, and they leave me to pack up my stuff and go.

I open up the severance package, which is a black binder, and some other stuff attached atop it. There is a manila envelope, and I pour out the contents onto my desk. It's a bunch of weird junk, keychains and plastic pins, with the emblems of the Broncos and Chargers. Wtf, I don't even like the Chargers.