I mentioned they gave notice to just over a hundred of us yesterday. Today they had a meeting of those who will remain and from what I hear the feeling was “why were we left behind?” Will there be a “package” for us? Will we simply be worked to death trying to cover for those who've left? Hard to say, hey. I suppose it doesn't really matter. We're going to see pretty quick.

Six months?

There was a day when I thought six months was a long time. Now I have to be careful not to blink. June will be here soon enough, although I'd like to shoot more photographs than I've been shooting between now and then. Use some of this damned equipment. I say, well, I'll work another six months. What if I've only got six months? What if my pipes and pumps are, unbeknownst to me, rusting apart?

This is on your mind?

Not really. Not worth thinking about other than to do the usual paperwork for those who will be left behind. Maybe I'm kidding myself about work. Maybe I like it more than I'm willing to admit. Maybe I'm kidding myself about the photographs. Maybe an hour a day bitching about not taking any is more than enough, more than enough to satisfy whatever need I have to dabble. Maybe I should figure out how to take pictures with the camera in my cell phone. It has one. I've not used it yet, but there's something about it in the manual, all two hundred pages of it.

Your phone manual has two hundred pages?

Well, with the English, Japanese and Spanish translations taken together I would suspect.... You have to read the damned thing to figure it out. Not unlike computers. No true techie reads more than a couple of paragraphs off of a Google search. One does not read a fucking manual just to use a phone. Right?

You claim to live in the real world?

Fuck no. I wouldn't go near it.