Well, constant loathing will be sniffed out by even the most oblivious corporate bloodhounds eventually. Yesterday, I was "terminated" from my job via the most non-confrontational process conceivable. What is it with this time of year?
After my birthday until about mid-February, my mind seems to find a comfortable groove and inexplicably turns to mush. At around this time last year, my girlfriend at the time broke up with me. I'm trying to think of the points of difference between this event and that, but unfortunately, they resembled something all too similar - they both told me I was a "great guy"; that I'll find somewhere else; that my services were no longer required; that my performance was lacking in comparison to others and to take all my personal effects on the way out. It was a relief at any rate; it really was a rather depressing job - I always said that it was something that the opposite of me would thoroughly enjoy. Anyhow, I'll allow myself a brief holiday before I start my job hunting in earnest; oh - and I'll also be writing, writing, writing.
I bought (with my prior financial security) Eternal Kingdom by Cult of Luna, Lost to the Living by Daylight Dies and Hagnesta Hill (English Version) by Kent. The Kent record has yet to leave the CD player.