2008, I was hired by a respected firm at their satellite office in Denver. I worked my ass off there for five months. One day out of the blue when the boss was on assignment in anther state, the HR guy from the head office stepped off the elevator. Everyone immediately knew something was up; his name was John but his unofficial title was the "Angel of Death." I figured I was certainly in for it, being the last hired. Although I loved the job dearly, I sure didn't relish getting up at 5:00 am in order to take the light rail in so I was ready to close the door on that chapter. Everyone gave me sympathetic looks when Angel called me in to the office.

What wasn't expected was that he chopped -everyone-, behind the boss's back. We were given an hour to clear out our stuff. Angel spent most of that time on the phone, describing the equipment that they were going to cannibalize from this office back to the head office. They didn't even let the boss know what was going on until they had packed up the desks and carted off the giant POS printer.

I felt horrible for my co-workers and my boss; he wasn't like the jerks at the head office at all.