Right...

Having completed the rigorous morning ritual of pooping the dog, checking the e-mail, and getting coffee it seems to me that the idea of loosing my job is really quite tame when put into perspective. I mean I made a tiny furry creature poop! Not like..I ... made him poop. You get the point, maybe.

Yeah, I snuck the job thing in there kinda quick didn't I. I guess I'm not all that worried after all.