It was the second walk-off in the last two months.
What did it matter?
I got to put a swab up someone's nose.
'How did that feel,' I asked the guy I was ramming a plastic tube up his nose.
'Not as bad as the last swab.'
Did you hear that folks, he said I was gentle?
Did you hear that folks, I said to the nurses?
They were waiting to get rid of me.
Nothing worse than an upstart.
There was even a voice-over going on in my head:
He was one of those guys that had a weird light around him. You just knew he wasn't going to get so much of a scratch here.
They got rid of me.
I was now officially a piece of shit.
Even my boss said he'd take me off the books.
I don't know, but I felt nothing.
Maybe the Fluoxetine I had been taking had flooded my system with serotonin.
Maybe I just didn't care.
Maybe I had discovered something bigger that very few of us had ever contemplated.
That we were being conned.
It was a lie.
The big lie.
And to think that I took a jab for the team.
