Being laid off sucks. There isn’t much more insight into the situation. I feel a little like how I imagine the first contestant voted off of a reality show feels. You knew a cut was happening. You knew someone was going home. And you knew that no matter what there was a chance it was going to be you. But you are still not prepared to have your torch extinguished or your knives wrapped up or whatever. It just sucks.
On an unrelated note, I often find myself to be blatantly hypocritical. Not in, I hope, any sort of major way, but in the little things in life. As a driver, I get angry with pedestrians who expect me to stop despite their crossing against the light or in the middle of the street. And as a pedestrian, I walk assuming the driver has to stop and will (even if I cross against the light or in the middle of the street). I get the same way with e-vites. As a person who is e-vited to an e-vent, I wait and wait and wait to e-spond until the last possible e-pportunity. Yes? No? Well, let’s see who’s going first, but in the meantime I am going to e-tend that I have not yet checked my e-mail.
Also, when did e-mail crossover to be email. When did we give up the hyphen?
But, when I am the e-host I find myself refreshing and refreshing the page. Why don’t people e-spond, I say. Why are people so e-rude? RSVP! Come on! Three-quarters of that abbreviation is a very snooty French please. You could at least be polite enough to say no.
Also, in case you were ever wondering, an abbreviation that is said as a word, like say RADAR, is called an acronym. An abbreviation that is said as a set of letters, like say PTA, is called an initialism. Yes, there is a word for every type of word.
In any case, I’m the player who hates the game. I suppose one could see it as karma with a very quick turnaround. I like to see that sort of immediate balance in life. It helps me to believe that I won’t end up as a mosquito splattered across a windshield someday.
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