Ha. Haha. Hahaha.
Paranoia is a good thing; you're less surprised when it turns out you weren't so paranoid after all.
Boss couldn't find a good reason to fire me (he was actually counting the postcards I sent this morning, questioning if they were all there) and so he did the next best thing. He cut my hours.
Nevermind the new girl who has just as much free time as I do and that came less than two months ago whereas I've been here three years. No, no. She's perfect, go straight for my hours.
Awesome.