Day one of unemployment:
I read a book today. An entire book, pretty much in one fell swoop. It's about a woman who is jilted, and she tries to develop a heartbreak pill to stave off the effects of a broken heart. It's a book I feel I should have read by a pool or on the beach. It's fairly mindless, but some of her observations are poignant and they cup my face like a cool palm when I least expect it.
I stole the book off the top of our A&E editor's pile o'freebies. Supposedly she keeps them and puts them, along with all of the free press kit items, in a finders keepers box to be auctioned off at the annual Christmas party, but half of them never make it.
I had it on my desk, just to check it out, but when I found out I wouldn't be returning, I put it in my box with a lid that was provided for my eviction. I also scandalously took a stack of purple, micro-post its. Revenge was mine.
Maybe I'll develop a post-laid off/fired pill.
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