April the 2nd

Left my job yesterday. After more than a decade with the same company, I was brutally made aware that I was no longer compatible with the place where I worked. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the way it played out – in truth, I haven’t been happy at my job for at least two years and had been making feeble moves toward looking somewhere else – but I’m still feeling gob-smacked by it all. In America, after all, our jobs are a big part of what we are.

Well, the issue’s been forced, for better or worse (right now, it feels like worse), and I suspect I’m gonna be pretty damn useless over the next couple days. My apologies to my small readership ahead of time . . .