Today is a day that will live in infamy.
I’ve been accepted at Roosevelt University, and will begin pursuing BA in English this fall. Keep your fingers crossed that the financial aid comes through.
One of my best friends — indeed, the Best Man in my wedding — announced that he is moving to Amsterdam. Shane was hired — or rather, re-hired — by Boom Chicago, a sketch-comedy/improv company. He worked with them before, back in 1996. When he returned to Chicago he stepped off the plane wearing a black leather trenchcoat like one of the hitmen in The Replacement Killers. Seriously. It was badass. I’m certainly happy for Shane, but I’m sad that there will be one less person with which to Bear Down next fall. I don’t know how easy it will be to Bear Down from Amsterdam, but I know Shane will give it his best shot.
I got laid off. I can’t say I was entirely surprised. They’ve been laying off one or two people a year for the last few years, and frequently when somebody quit they would not be replaced. It had reached the point where I spent almost half of every day poking around on the Internet for want of something better to do. I was, however, growing exceedingly complacent. I definitely needed something to kick me into gear. I did make some good friends there, though, and I hope I don’t lose touch with them.
I am sure this will turn out to be the best thing that could happen, but I’m still gonna sweat a little until I know where my next paycheck is coming from. For now, I’m going to get back to work on my résumé.
God being laid off blows, even when you hate your job. My sympathies dude.
Welcome to the Unemployment Club.
Be sure to file for that by the way…
Let me know if you want to hang out…
God (not “THE”) knows I am tired of Cleaning Projects.
Holy crap. Sorry to hear about the layoff. Maybe you can pull a Rowling and write a wildly successful book during the new down-time. And congrats on your university acceptance.
In other news, I need to issue a retro-active apology for my mustache comments. I’ve been lax with my shaving and today I shaved everything by the mustache. Holy crap I felt dirty just seeing myself in the mirror.
Laid off? Does that mean your schedule is clear for hanging out? Let me know! Even if you just want to go to a coffee shop with our computers and you can work on your resume.
And that coat is certainly badass, but they never tell you in the movies how impractical it is. The only reason I was wearing it on the plane is because it was too big to fit in my suitcase. And I don’t want to say that the customs agents were profiling me, but I got searched a lot more thoroughly that time than I ever have before or since!