So yeah, um...yesterday was interesting.

First I got a call from one of my cast members saying that she was dropping out of the show because she didn't feel that we had enough time to do the show properly. Of course, she was the one that I had cast in the quasi-lead role, so after all of that deciding, she bailed.

Second was I got fired.

Yeah, you read that right. After working until 6p, I was called into the assistant controller's office, and The Raccoon was there and the head of HR (always a bad sign), and they said that they were letting me go. I was silent for about 30 or 40 seconds, then turned to The Raccoon and said, "I was about to send out the rents, should I still do that? And what about the leases, I only finished half of those."

They wanted me to clear out my desk immediately, but I had way too much stuff there, eight years worth, and I had a date with Omar anyway. The head of HR suggested that they could box it up and send it to me, but I really didn't want them to do that, I wanted to come back today and get it. So that's what I'm going to do.

I went back to my desk and called Omar and told him, and he was right downstairs at the Blimpies, so he told me to come down and meet him there. I sent out the rents, talked to The Raccoon a little. She told me that she had tried to keep me, but it wasn't up to her and that she'd give me a great recommendation. The way I look at it is, I was killing myself working 11 hour days for five weeks, and if that wasn't good enough, then nothing ever would be.

I went down and met Omar, and called my mother to let her know what had happened, because I changed the message on my voicemail and didn't want her to get the shock of her life. We were going to go see The Quiet American, but went to his apartment instead.

I'm so glad that I saw him, it was exactly what I needed. We just spent a few hours talking on the sofa, my head in his lap, him playing with my hair, just sort of accepting this shock, this weird change in my life. I cried a little and laughed a lot, one time I had to use my inhaler, he made me laugh so much. We watched some Rocky and Bullwinkle and have a new favourite catch-phrase, "Cotton-pickin' fencing wolves!"

I sent a letter to my notify, I think I was still in shock because I had no idea how to describe what I was feeling. A little betrayal, a little relief, I don't know what to feel, really. The only thing I know for certain is that I'm going to have to start buying stamps again for the first time in eight years. And that I never have to talk to Maury from the medical supply company with the Irish name ever again! And that can't be anything but a good thing.

Man, last year's Grammy recap was amazing! So much better than this year's! (see One Year Ago Today link below)

Sorry everyone, I had no idea the intense fabulousness of that recap or I would have tried harder. I frankly should stop doing any recaps at all, as I'll never beat that one.

Today's horoscope:
Now that your chance is slipping away, you understand what might have been. Consider yourself saved from temptation. Your inner romantic may need a separate session later on.

One year ago today:
Jesus Christ, since when does Billy Joel look like that guy who played The Commish? I sure hope he isn't still singing "Angry Young Man" for any reason, including completely alone in the shower, as it might upset the balance of logic in the universe.

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