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It's a quiet and sleepy Friday afternoon. Especially quiet as like most Fridays, I'm the only one in the office. And it's hot in here. But since I'm the only one here I have no qualms with losing the shirt and keeping my bare feet propped up on the desk, music loud. 8 more months of this. I can't really beleive how much time they left in between telling me I was being laid-off, and actually laying me off. I'm sure they know they aren't prepared to support the program without me; what they don't seem to realize is that with the team they've got out there, nine months or nine years, they won't be prepared. I probably shouldn't try to understand, the company as a company probably has ulterior motives for what they wish to do with the customer-base they are going to strand, but I have devoted the past five years to this program, and to be summarily cut loose still feels funny. Still, I'm terribly excited for the end of the year. I'll be debt-free, a few bucks left over, and able to either have a little more discretion as to where I work and what I do, OR, be able to take some time to work on personal projects, live off government cheese and consultation jobs. I'm just not used to sitting on my hands.
It's amazing how quickly $100 goes. Gas and smokes, toll to NYC and a few drinks, and it's almost all gone.
Tonight, it's a rooftop party, or medical-fetish themed night at a club, both in NYC, or checking out Exile at the Traxx lounge, or stay in. No matter what I'm doing, I'm probably doing it alone. Getting most of my friends in public is like pulling teeth and usually not worth the effort, and I'm not getting talked in to staying in so they can enjoy my bar and projector etc.,while I sit wanting to go out. Having a bit of trouble with my friends in that manner (if you're reading this, btw, you're not one of those friends). as it's beginning to seem like a good percentage of them enjoy the benefits of my friendship, while acting like they dislike me intensely. If your issues with me are that serious, put down my PS2 controller, give me back my beer and FIND YOUR OWN DAMNED RIDE TO THE TATTOO PARLOR M'FER.
It's amazing how quickly $100 goes. Gas and smokes, toll to NYC and a few drinks, and it's almost all gone.
Tonight, it's a rooftop party, or medical-fetish themed night at a club, both in NYC, or checking out Exile at the Traxx lounge, or stay in. No matter what I'm doing, I'm probably doing it alone. Getting most of my friends in public is like pulling teeth and usually not worth the effort, and I'm not getting talked in to staying in so they can enjoy my bar and projector etc.,while I sit wanting to go out. Having a bit of trouble with my friends in that manner (if you're reading this, btw, you're not one of those friends). as it's beginning to seem like a good percentage of them enjoy the benefits of my friendship, while acting like they dislike me intensely. If your issues with me are that serious, put down my PS2 controller, give me back my beer and FIND YOUR OWN DAMNED RIDE TO THE TATTOO PARLOR M'FER.