These days.

I usually get to work early--regardless of how deep I am wallowing in my personal or professional sloughs of despond. Today I arrived before the receptionist and swiped my keycard.

The light stayed yellow. It did not turn to green.

I swiped it again. Locked.

OK. I'm deactivated.

Cyber-fired.

Ah, as The Kinks almost sang, "the paranoia is gonna destroy ya."
O tempore, o mores.