The Sack

Today marks two years since I started my hated job with The Company.

I was laid off yesterday.

Mixed feelings abound.

I was informed that my position had been eliminated, then offered a meager severance and told I had two weeks to meander my way out the door.


"So that's it? 'So long, good luck?'"

"I don't recall saying 'good luck.'"


So that makes; "car, girlfriend, job," in just under six weeks, if you're keeping track.

"Yes, Alex," you're probably thinking, "but I'm a selfish asshole. I want to know what this means for the future of Devious Nature. I don't want to live if denied your trademark potpourri of pseudo-intellectual pearls of wisdom mixed with sporadic nuggets of excrement." Well, I can honestly admit that I don't know what effect this will have on my e-progeny. I'd guess that you'll find out shortly after I do. I may find myself with more blogging time in the near future. I may also - ideally - find employment which makes use of my writing "skill" and perhaps gives me a professional outlet for my rage, snark, and sarcasm, thus leaving less room and less need for such in my off-time. We shall see. Needless to say, I will pray to my garden gnome for guidance in this difficult time.

The question that plagues me: Is there room out there for a liberal with a journalism degree and middling writing talent? I guess there always has been.