I was having so much fun on Friday, my first day of being laid off, that I forgot to post.
It wasn't a real day of being laid off, since we got a 30-day notice. They just gave me the day off to mourn and regroup.
I slept in til 8, had waffles for breakfast, goofed around on the internet, talked to friends, walked the dog on the beach and, oh? Forgot to mourn and/or regroup.
But I got my laundry done.
Felt better than I have in months. And got an offer to do writing work for a friend's company as a consultant.
Then on Saturday I made money interviewing the brilliant and fascinating Daniel Ellsberg, who was at the center of one of the most important news stories of the 20th century. I could have talked to him all day and all night and would have paid for the privilege. But no. I got paid to do it.
Poor, poor pitiful me.