Layoffs started on Friday.

I have been told unofficially that I am part of the Phase 2 layoffs and that Phase 2 starts on or around Aug 25th (which was Aug 1st… and then Aug 18th).  And that depending on various things I could be asked to stay and work 30 to 90 days and in some cases until the end of the year. Of course when they say “asked to stay” they actually mean “do whatever we want or you won’t get your package.”

FunTimesAllAround.

I may have found a loophole that will get me out of this place sooner rather later but in an effort to not rock the boat it will be the card I play when nothing else is going the right way.

I just want to know. And then I just want to get out of here.

Sabine: Bellringer just punked your cat on my blog
Sarah: That’s one of the strangest emails I’ve ever had in my inbox.
Sabine: I do what I can.
Sabine: Trying to put something in perspective… how much would you say Moose weighs?
Sarah: In the 300s; maybe around 350?
Sabine: really? so 6′6″ and 260 is almost gaunt then.
Sarah: Squid is 275 and 6′5.
Sabine:I have never considered Squid to be that tall… but now that you mention it I did have to stand on my tiptoes to bite his nipple off.
Sarah: He’s a tall dude. And kinda lanky, in a way. Your hypothetical man is pretty damned scrawny.  Or lithe, possibly.
Sabine: 3 hours and still on the phone with TheEx.
Sarah:You really should stop that.
Sabine: I did.  I had to before we got back into that habit of talking endlessly to each other for day’s on end.  Can’t have that.
Sarah: Yeah.  I’m thinking that should be filed directly under “NO GOOD CAN COME OF THIS” and run through the virus scanner. 
Sabine: Right?  My only defense is that I am in the office and so damned bored.  There are only so many people online that I can bug. Even punking the guys on CL is getting old.
Sarah: Honey, then start a damned WOW account.  Go find some meth brittle.  Hell, go meet one of your Craigslist friends for coffee and heroin.  I think that any of those options would be far more safe and rational than talking with the guy who somehow forgot to break up with you.  RUN!
Sabine: Ok, but when you end up having to sneak me contraband into rehab I plan on reminding you of this moment.  Right.Here.  Being Nice to an Ex or Shooting Heroin with Random Strangers Who Don’t Own Pants.  You chose B.
Sarah: You know, when you put it that way, you make me seem quite irrational.
Sabine: And to think TheEx had such nice things to say about you.
Sarah: Yeah, but I haven’t ever ditched one of his nearest and dearest.  You can forgive and forget- that’s cool.  I’ll just hold onto this here grudge until it’s needed again.  It’s good company.
Sabine:K.  I’m going to go shoot heroin now.  Wish me luck!

Currently seeking additional persons of interest available to continuously email with Sarah and I during business hours … we need more to help balancing out the crazy that ensues when I don’t have work to occupy my brain.

Thursday was supposed to be the day.  Thursday was supposed to be the day that Jeff was actually going to finally get his ass on a plane.  He had a flight booked and everything… until I had to call and ask him to stay put.

Let’s rewind a bit.  That house?  The one you see below?  I didn’t get that house.  The day before I was to sign the papers I was informed that I was being relocated to an office about an hour north from my current office.  And about a 90 minute drive from the new house without traffic.  Since I was already having cold feet about the house I took this as a sign that I needed to back out and frantically set to searching for a new house.  Which I found about 20 minutes from the new office.  It isn’t anything special but it fit our needs and was vacant. 

So I packed.

And packed.

And threw away more shit than you can imagine (I had only lived in that townhouse for 3 years so I have no idea where it all came from)

And at the end of May, I moved.

Then I unpacked. I hung curtains (48 in total) and art. 

And by the end of June I had just about everything put in its proper place, except for the bookshelves (waiting for one the boys to come and help). And Jeff had most of his stuff in Mexico on pallets waiting for the next freighter. 

And we were giddy and giggly … then my boss calls.

(Read on …)