My first job out of college was at a U.S. company. After five or six months my boss took me in a conference room and told me the company wanted me to move to another country.
Would you tell me to %#% off?
The funny thing is I desperately did not want to go to this other country, but everyone I knew said I would be crazy not to do it. My parents acted like it was the greatest thing to ever happen.
It was for marriage counseling and my ex-wife is a kumbya libtard that, whenever I griped about H1-B visa workers killing the pay in my profession, told me that it wasn’t true.
She swallowed the “Diversity is strength” pill among other things so I kicked her to the curb.