Creating Jobs for the Philippines just because we like them.

So the sitdown with the operations VP started cordially and quietly before it went dark and morose. “Hey, Bob come on in and have a seat.” He didn’t come right out and say “Don’t worry, you aren’t being laid off,” so I knew it was out there.
My job was being shipped off to the Philippines where some shirtless guy who was currently selling jewelry made from his own kidney stones would begin doing my job for five dollars a day, or three drachmas or a chicken or whatever it is they use for currency over there. The last time I’d gone through this it had been in something of a classroom setting with the VP saying, you probably have been expecting this, but today is your last day.
At least this time it was a bit more vague, but gave me a fuse to work with. Sometime in the next thirty days, I'd be offered a package to stay on for sixty more should I chose to stick around.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, I had to stiffen my sinews,which hadn’t been stiff since I’d come to work at this job, make sure the suit still fit, and hit the bricks again for the next gig.