Sometimes Freedom is Spelled “F**k You!”
When I was in my mid thirties, I unexpectedly found myself without a job. I lived in a small town at the time, and employment was a tough market.
I had been working at a photo shop, for the previous two years, and he decided, without telling his staff, that he was closing up shop. Great!
His way of telling us was by posting a note, written on photo paper, posted on the…