Tuesday. There was a rumor flying about this morning that a meeting was held yesterday at which our fate was sealed and this rumor was rather grim: fifty percent of the IT staff was to be let go over these next six to nine months and the exit package, no matter how many years employed, was small to the point of insulting. As I was sitting discussing this rumor with MRE I realized, whether I was shown the door this afternoon or not, meant nothing compared to the fact I was feeling pretty damned good sitting there clear headed at a table drinking coffee with a friend. Puts things in perspective.

Later we learned the fifty percent reduction figure was in error, the six to nine months was actually the time frame required for the new CIO to even think about laying people off and the exit package described was the minimum to be offered for those with but one year with the company. My, my. Things were suddenly going in my direction. Maybe I should celebrate with another piece of unnecessary photo gear in this fantasy existence I call reality here in Oakland.

It's possible you're overdoing the “here in Oakland” bit.

It is possible I've overdone every remark I have ever made. It is possible I have not had an original thought, let alone an original utterance, in my entire existence. One usually has to pay extra for this kind of luck wherever you happen to live.