Still bumming, in every sense of the word, but I've gotten a little work.

The company that laid me off called and asked me if I wanted to help them out by doing a little freelance work for them this week.

I said yes, mainly because I could use the money, but also because I’ve developed an immunity to irony.

Going back in, I thought to myself, “This was a pretty decent deal, why was I so glad to leave?” Then, after working for fifteen minutes, I said, “Oh, yea, that’s why.”