Make a scene.

You throw a fit and flip a table or two. It doesn't get your job back, but it's immensely satisfying. Everybody shares a gasp or two, somebody cries, another person shouts at you, and everybody generally has a good time. Then security has to come in and ruin everything by dragging you outside, mercilessly pummelling you, then depositing you in a dumpster. You could try to get out but by now, what's the point? You've pretty well lost everything you can in this scenario and are content to resign yourself to misery.

You awake soaked in a pool of your own self-loathing.

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