'Fabian,' my boss shouted over to me. 'Can you come into my office please?' he looked quite concerned.
'Yes boss, I'll be right over,' I took off my earpiece which allowed me to talk to customers.
I worked at Vestas' office in Aarhus, Denmark. It was a beautiful piece of architecture. Vestas were a multinational company who have manufactured, sold, installed and serviced millions of the worlds wind turbines.
My role was to take complaints from consumers and pass them onto authority - in this case the man who was calling me into his office, Gregor Dahl.
Bloody hell, another dodgy complaint I thought to myself, reminding myself of the time a business called up and I failed to pass it onto Gregor for whatever reason. I must have been half-asleep.
'Hi Fabian,' he smiled at me, 'Take a seat,'
I pulled the chair up behind me. It was a tough job here seeing as though Aarhus was where Vestas' headquarters was based. Nearly 60% of international complaints were forwarded to our offices.
'Fabian, it's really tough to say this, but I promise you that you aren't the only one,' he said, his eyebrows narrowing as if he was a policeman informing me of a family member's death. 'We are going to have to make you redundant, Mr Andersen.'
I was fixed in my seat. I wasn't sure what emotion I was supposed to be feeling. This was the only job I'd ever had. I have never experienced a redundancy before. I lived on my own, I had a mortgage to pay, I had to feed myself. All sorts of negative impulses were being sent to my brain just because of that sentence.
I wasn't even listening to my boss anymore. I was thinking about what he had just said.
'... going through a tough time recently and we are having to offload a lot of people, you are just one of the unfortunate ones,' he said.
I was just nodding my head distantly. F*ck you. F*ck your silly little business. You have ruined my life.