The Big Chill

Ok, so now I'm in cool-down mode. After getting fired and completely hopped up on adrenaline and endorphins and then bringing it down with alcohol, I'm finally in my right mind and can speak about things a little more clearly.

First of all, of course Ellsworth was a decent person who overpayed us for the work we did. I just like to talk. Is that wrong? And when he came in, I talked with him because I like to be on good terms with my employers. Apparently this was seen as slacking. Whatever, I'm over it.

As for the flittish comment last night, I think the mixture of adrenaline, endorphins, and cheap champagne (Thanks Ethel and Becky!) may have loosened my lips a little...ok, a lot. Things were said, accusations were made, imaginations ran wild, and that's what you get. Really, we just wanted to think of ways of getting some money out of the guy, and what with sexual harassment on the mind after Becky's altercation yesterday, that's what sprung to our minds. oops. all apologies.

Last night was a blast, though. Schnocone was late coming, so Becks and I went to Shay's and talked it up, spilling some super-double top secret stuff. Let's just say Becky has looser lips than Karl Rove and me combined! Ethel bought us a bottle of champagne to celebrate our getting fired, and we took an elegant, entwined arms toasting picture. Schnocone also bought me a beer because he was going to make some more money off of Ellsworth before quitting. And today, as a show of his Polish roots, Schnocone enacted a demonstration of solidarity and quit his job this morning, so now the work force over there is crippled.

Today, I got an email for an interview about a library job, so everything's coming up Zorro. Still have yet to hear about the time and place, though. Shouldn't be unemployed for long.