Shitcanned.

I woke up this morning, sat up - and looked around, Jenny and Oldham were no where to be found. Actually it was 12:30pm. I swung my legs out of bed, and pulled back the curtain, it was sunny out. I had two water glasses on the sill, the big one, was more than half full. The little one however, was empty.

Yesterday i got laid off. My job got outsourced to a couple douche-bags from Montreal called Number of Names. I'm a little pissed. But you know, actually i feel pretty good, besides this splitting headache and a void where last night between 1pm and now should be. I gotta say, I'm kind of excited. I've hated this job of mine for a good while now, about six months ago the company (a small upstart web based marketing firm.) came under new management through a Canadian based group, they quickly and quietly fired about 50% of the people i worked with, about 12 people (like, i said, small.) They then took most of operations and all that junk up to Montreal, leaving our Burlington branch sort of hanging in breeze.

Let me analogize this. I felt sort of like, K-Cos in Dances with Wolves. Living in his hut out on the frontier (my cubical in a barely occupied office.) with only my trusty horse (my ipod) and curious native Americans (The internet) to keep me company. And my wits. That can be my Dreamcast i had setup in the break room.

Anyway. So work trickled in, mainly a little "slap some makeup on this", "give me 15 variations of color and font for that", perhaps a "can you design this site from the ground up over the course of about 8 total revisions and 4 months so we can then outsource this motherfucker to some assholes who've never worked in web before and have no idea what Photoshop is?" thanks, sure thing ass.

So to quote Bob Dylan, i had a job in the great north woods, working as a cook for a spell, but i never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell. Just replace cook with web designer. So currently I'm considering heading to New Orleans so i can get a job on a fishing boat, right outside of Delacroix. That, or I'm gonna find work around here somewhere, preferably in the design field. I'm also thinking of going back to school, part time, to finish my degree. I wonder what kind of credits i can get transfered from a Sound Engineering school in Sydney and a year of Philosophy and English lit from Evergreen. . . . Shit.

Unemployed for the Holidays - I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.

But like i said, I'm strangely not that concerned, i mean, i am a little bit. But i got some savings, and I'll go on unemployment if i can't find work through the holidays, but in the meantime I'm still doing freelance work (thanks Gene Simmons.) - it seems like everyone needs someone with my kind of skills. (no not those skills.) Right? But I'll keep you all, my dear sweet readers, in the know, as i plan on documenting every embarrassing, boring detail of my unemployment.

Why? Why not. I'm unemployed, i got nothing better to do.