The good news is I am building up to my thousand and eighth birthday with a long weekend. Three whole days of glorious nothingness, to bask in the sun (or more accurately, marine layer) and hopefully become bored. That would be a luxury.
And how did I score this, after six months of six eleven hour a day shifts, pouring my heart into this little place to make it walk?
That's the bad news. The corporation that owns our little showroom decided to close it, even though we are on target and above projection. They're in tight cashflow and so we were rendered nonessential. We were told on July first. It has been interesting, like a patient who knows he has four weeks to live. It honestly seems like it's taken a thousand years for today to finally arrive.
I'm told I will be transferred to another of their showrooms after a couple weeks of winding this one down, so I'm okay. Possibly.
The above message has been brought to you by the Republican National Committee and paid for with their greedy, heartless rape of the economy.
We now return to regular programming.