Monday the Thirteenth

Friday the thirteenth can be very inconvenient but when it falls on a Monday it can be positively annoying. One Monday such as this with the stars of misfortune perfectly aligned a disembodied head, during a teleconference with Head Office, informed Trevor that henceforth he was surplus to requirements.

Trevor spends the rest of the afternoon contemplating the effects of joining the ever growing pile of humanity on the scrapheap and trying to figure out what, if anything, can be done about it.