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The Unemployment Diary Part 1: The Aftermath

Recently (so recently, most of my co-workers are blissfully unaware) I have been let go, terminated, been hit by the Big Ugly Axe, sacked.

Dear Reader, for your amusement, while I am still giddy over the prospect of getting to stay home and confident about my ability to land another situation making more money and with more prestige and better benefits, I’ve elected to journal my experiences. I think it will be a fun experience and educational for other middle-aged men who will then be energized and encouraged to lose their jobs as well. Hell, maybe we can form regional and national clubs (like Skid Row in Los Angeles and the Bowery in NYC). At the very least, this will make a fun suicide note. 

Summer of Love Comes to an End

Saturday marked the final night of summer vacation, also known as the Summer of Love. It was bittersweet — after a long summer of adventure in this one-horse town, we’re all ready to move on to the next phase – Westfield. Wait a moment .. I don’t go to Westfield. O god. I go to MCLA. Which means that while my sisters escape North Adams and get to party it out with all these people in Whip City, I’ll be here, nose to the grindstone with my day job and my school. Thank god MCLA is so easy.