Wednesday – Waiting For the Ax

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Knowing I am about to get fired is at once liberating and annoying. On one hand, I'm happy that I won't have to quit, and looking for work while you already have one is awkward. The whole thing about wearing a nice suit to your office-casual workplace "just because you felt like dressing up" one day and then claiming you might be gone a little longer at lunch since you have a doctor's appointment" is always suspicious. As it is, I can send out resumes guild free, and I won't bother hiding where I’m going should an interview come up (which it is hasn't yet).

I just hate not knowing when my last day will be. I mean, I think it will be this Friday, but then another candidate came in today which makes me believe Mike has not picked my replacement yet. Maybe the gorgeous brunette last week turned him down (for a girl who looked like that, I think he's a fool for not paying her whatever she asked). A woman called and asked for his line this morning, and I heard him giving her directions when I put her through to him. I had to step out and get something out of my car, and I saw Dave outside smoking, so I stepped over to kvetch a bit.

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