Job

I lost my job today.
I turned up at work to find that my desk had gone. In fact, the whole office had gone. It was just an empty building.
A workman was cleaning up some of the debris left behind. "Where's my desk?" I asked.
"They've moved away," he said, then eyed me curiously and said: "are you Bob?"
"Yes," I said.
He took a folded-up piece of paper from the front pocket of his overalls and handed it to me. "The boss told me to give you this," he said.
I opened it. It said:

We've gone. It just wasn't working out. It's for the best. Please don't try to find us.

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