Her employers had spoken to her a few times about her injecting her personal politics into things. She complained about being spoken to about it and how she suddenly couldn't stream like other employees. It wasn't a situation you'd think someone working in PR would be dumb enough to get into and it was so vague you felt like you weren't hearing all of it.
The fact that she got warned she was ruffling the feathers of people higher up the chain, and responded "Maybe they need their feather's ruffled" makes it impossible to pity her. That's the response of someone who's never once lived in the real world, who doesn't understand the concept of consequences or had to worry about not making rent this month. Growing up as a semi-attractive blonde girl in a sheltered hick setting meant she could get away with pretty much everything, and someone was going to keep feeding her positive attention no matter what. The result of that (and probably combined with the influence of scrappy-undderdog tales in movies and tv) meant that Alison just assumed she was the main character in the story of life. She lived with the childlike belief that the world stopped and started based on when she arrived. That she was the plucky young go getter who was going to rattle those pompous old farts who don't deserve to be in charge, and end up changing the face of nintendo into a sexy progressive new thing. Life in hicksville taught her that she was invincible, and it's the only lesson she really internalized. She knew she'd win.
Then she went to a real city and started working for a real company. There she learned that sucking off a co-worker doesn't automatically wrap him around your finger, especially when he's probably got his sights set on someone a lot more attractive. There she learned that a white girl with a facial piercing is not a rare precious commodity that must be satisfied and retained at all costs. And most importantly there she learned that kid friendly companies don't tolerate your quirky bullshit when they've got an image to maintain. Alison wanted that scene where she jumped on some stuffy conservative's desk and told him the way it's really going to be, but she probably never even saw the face of the person who decided to let her go. Because the real world keeps turning whether you're ready or not.
The real world did what it always does, and it took the ignorant self important skank away her job, her husband and anything worth respecting about her, shuffled into a bug infested box and told her to shake her tits for money because it's apparently all she's good for. And she's
rapidly running out of time where she'll still be good for that.
The simpler theory is it's just someone who hated her and for whatever reason, saved this to use later.
It could have been literally anyone who ever interacted with her in the company.
Can you even fathom how grating and useless you have to be to get uninvited to a major corporations Christmas party? I've never once in my life heard of anything like that happening, anywhere. Everyone gets to come to the company Christmas party, that's like what that party means. I once worked at a place where a guy was let go late autumn because his position just wasn't necessary anymore, but the owner wrote him a glowing recommendation letter and told him he could still absolutely come to the holiday party. I worked at a place where a guy who was literally already fired was still invited to Christmas. Alison still worked for Nintendo and was specifically told not to come.
"Hey, you know how tonight there's going to be that party that every single person in the building is coming to? Can you do us a favor and stay at your desk? Thanks."
I don't think it hit Alison how pathetic that actually is. She thought it was just some weird corporate BS about deadlines. But that doesn't happen unless everyone you cross paths with absolutely hates your fucking guts.