The one in which I get the axe.

So I wrote in a previous post that I had earth-shattering news. Well, this is it.

As the global economy spirals ever deeper into a precipitous recession, I received my "thank you" note and a little severance package.

Am I angry like the imp? No. A little annoyed, yes, but angry, not so much. For now I must verily hit the streets with my napkin-tied-up-on-the-end-of-a-stick and my portfolio and beg for work.

Or I could sit at home for a few months and claim unemployment because I haven't taken a vacation in four bloody years!

yes, I think I'll do that. The latter. I can sleep in late. Watch TV with my feet up while eating bags of ships and jelly beans. I can sit out on the porch and mock people as they climb into their cars and head off for work. I can spend time online looking at useless websites and reading everyone else's postings on blogspot.

This is going to be splendid.