And just when you think this year can't get any worse...

... I get fired.

Yes, I was let go on Friday.

Jesus Christ. I think I'm going to just hole up at home until 12:01am on January 1st. This year has been rotten.

Seriously.

I thought, ok, 2 miscarriages and 1 car accident. That should be the end of it. Why would anything else bad happen to me? I'm a good person. I live my life right. I should be safe now. The rotten stuff is OVER.

And I go into work on Friday and am fired.

Fuck.

It's actually a good thing though. I feel really good about it because of two things:

1. I wanted to leave for a long time but didn't have the balls.
2. They're giving me a great package.

So I'm safe, financially, until probably next summer or so. In the meantime, I've already had two job offers.

Good times.

But seriously?

I'm not straying too far from the house until the new year.

Urs.