It seems like this week was the longest week. Something about having to drag myself out of bed before six every morning just seems wrong. It is wrong, actually.
The news at work is grim, but we’re coming up with ways to be positive as the ship sinks. The gallows humor should be in full swing by next week.
I also think nearly everyone is now looking for work. I know I won’t be competing for the same jobs as my compatriots as their interests and skills are pretty different from mine. That’s a bit of a good thing. I think when we took a 50% cut a few years ago that happened to more than a few people. It wasn’t ugly but it wasn’t pretty either.
On the very positive side of things, I did have Mexican for lunch twice this week. Fish tacos are on the menu tonight.