black friday

massive layoffs at work last Friday, that i just learned of today. i’m not quite sure how i survived, considering i’ve only worked there a few months and the people who were fired had worked there considerably longer and actually liked their jobs and, I think, their employer. they are dedicated.

And I, who would be happy to be fired (assuming i had an immediate safe landing elsewhere), somehow survived “black friday.” and it’s strange to suddenly have survivor’s guilt. i wanted to run up to the offices of “senior management” and plead with them, “Please, spare them! Take me!! You’re firing the wrong people!!!” But I don’t know how far that would get me.

and truly, if i were fired tomorrow, i’d be in deep deep trouble. maybe i live for trouble. my it’s my modus operandi. i fantasize that if this one door would close, so many others would open. and all i need is that one door.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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