Jobs. Who needs 'em.

Someone I know and love just got fired. Having "been there, done that" in stellar fashion, I know how much it blows. It's like a suckerpunch to the gut. And then you get escorted out in the middle of the day - why not draw a little more attention to the embarrassing situation, why don't we. I remember having to gather my things and was told I couldn't speak to anyone on the way out. (Probably smart, since I was nearly hysterical.) Sobbing so much I was hiccuping, I just looked at my feet and wandered out to my car. Where I then wondered - "where in the hell am I supposed to go?"

Answer: the bar. I never got tired of guys asking what I did for a living and answering "not much." Someday I hope to have the same response. But I hope even more that it will be of my doing this time.

xoxo