The first day of the rest of your life

The way it feels to not have a job... I keep thinking of how familiar I was with the stuff, how I knew the office and the people and the stuff I was working on so well... and every few minutes you're thinking about looking over a page of stuff and then you catch yourself and realize, "I will never look at that stuff again." Then there's the fact that I now have time. Lots and lots of time. Oh mama do I have time. So I should take a shower tonight so I can be ready when I get up in the morning... oh yeah, that's right, I have NOTHING to do tomorrow. That kind of thing keeps happening. Of course I really do have a lot of disparate things to do that if I don't control my urge to goof off will not get done, and that will be very bad.

Looking back on it, it's just amazing that a small handful of imbecile golf-playing upper management people kept their jobs while the people who made everything of any value at that place were flushed out like so much toilet paper. Well, not amazing-- that's just the corporate world, I suppose. At the bar for our pity party I ruminated on the fact that the people there at the bar would make an excellent company, with the fuckwads left behind. Someone could give ME $20 million to waste, and I could waste it just as effectively as those guys did.

Well, I should get on with filing unemployment and whatnot.