Lay offs, I mean.
You have no idea how unpleasant the atmosphere here is. We actually were in meetings from 10:00 to 12:00, discussing how much we suck and blaming one another.* If I didn't need the unemployment stipend, I'd quit. But I do so I can't.
I just hope they can me before my vacation, so I'll get paid for it.
And I hope they call Clooney in to do it. I'd give him my key card any time.
*Oftentimes me. I won't belabor the point, except to say that since I helped clean up the mess, I am assumed to have made it. It's as though you stumble upon a dead body, call the police, and they arrest you for being near the deceased when they arrive.
Not good to hear. I thought this was behind you. Argh.
ReplyDeletePlease send Clooney over when you and Allison have finished with him - if there's anything left.
I guess this means there's no work coming in either?
ReplyDeleteIt does seem like the writing has been on the wall for a while for you. What do you think they are waiting for?
Well, if you have to be laid off...it would be nice to have a sexy guy break the news.
ReplyDeleteI hope that whatever happens, it'll work out for you.
George would soften the blow. (I had about fifty naughty plays on words with that)...
ReplyDeleteI hope everything works out smoothly.