The sad story of Gikara
He was a jovial man, generous to a fault. He had worked with a big organization for years, until one day when his troubles began. One morning, as usual, he drove to the workplace. If something was wrong, like an ominous hanging cloud, he should have read it from the security guard's face as he raised the barricade bar to allow him to pass through. As he walked into his office, where he held the level of a senior officer but not the superior one rank, he could feel a kind of change in the atmosphere. Silent stares from staff. Was something wrong? He was about to find out. He settled in his swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. There was a letter waiting for him at the desk. He read it three times in total disbelief. His heart racing. Face pale. Breath almost suspended. He had been fired! No warning. Not that notice giving him like a month or two weeks notice of intention to terminate his terms of employment. No usual counselling that employees were put through when the ...