You did what your boss instructed, and gathered everything in your cubical that contained the stuff you owned, then walked out of the building, leaving it forever. You guess it would be fair, since you have been working at that company for 3 years, and haven't gotten any promotions other than just a small move up.
"Well I guess it was fun while it lasted," You comment. "But now, I don't have any way of paying the bills to the house now. Sure they have been paid this month, but the next month we'll definitely be in trouble." You reach the apartment that you, and Chandler live in, and bring your box of cubical stuff inside, while he was on the couch, and napping after eating more than Chinese ramen. You then see the newspaper on the table, and grab it, hoping that there are any job applications for goth looking people like you.