Wednesday last week I managed to ask my boss why I should loose my job. I told him I was surprised that I "did not fit in the team", as I had had no complaints. He agreed 'the team' should sit and talk about it. I then had a few days off. The chat would be on Tuesday morning.

Except there wasn't one. I came in, sat down with a coffee, and so did two managers and two colleagues: one who I worked with most, and a racist twat that I avoided. The third colleague was invited by the manager to sit down too, but refused: "Last week you said we'd get a new temp in! I am not gonna sit down with a temp to discuss anything, you just get a new temp!" Soon after, the racist twat explained why I needed to leave. "I came into the toilet one day, and saw you in front of the mirror. You were splashing your hands in a funny way, making the mirror all wet." My mouth fell open. "You mean you saw me doing my hair, my contact lenses or washing my hands?" "No, you're an odd one. You were messing with the mirror." There was nothing about how I do my work. Well, I was thought to ask a delivery time once, so I could sit longer, while I actually wanted to know if I had any chance against the clock. But there's nothing a disposable temp could do to fight personal dislike. I soon had enough and went on my merry way, accompanied by the managers. They apologised. How sad.