The pink slip hits The Puma's desk

So, it's been a while since I've posted anything. No, as John Walsh speculated, I do not have a girlfriend. In fact I've been pretty much just working my ass off, trying to make some money. Until today that is. You see, this morning I got laid off. My company's downsizing and I'm new. You do the math. It's too bad because I really liked working there. There's still the small chance that I'll be able to be rehired next month. That would be awesome, but I'm not going to get my hopes up. I have no hard feelings towards the company. They're running a business and it's their job to be as profitable as possible. I was the least senior guy in our office, and even though I think I was better than some of the people they kept, I totally understand where they're coming from. I'm still unproven in their eyes since I was only there a month. Like I said, I hope I can go back. If I can I'll do it in a second. If not, I'll look for a new job and at least they're professional enough to give me severance pay if they can't hire me back.

What I really don't want to do is have to look for a new job. I hate looking for jobs. What a pain in the ass. Especially after looking so hard last time and finding something I liked. If I have to find something new, chances are I'm not going to be able to find something I like as much as I liked this one. Back to another shitty job, just like the last three I had. Fuck. I might try to get into the December to January, month-long EMT class via UCLA. It's full right now, but I'm going to put myself on the waitlist and so if I can't go back to my old job, I could be working on an ambulance in Compton or South Central by the middle of January. I don't know. We'll see, I guess.

You know what's really funny is that since I've moved to LA, all kinds of things have gone wrong: I spent nearly a month unemployed putting me in a bad financial state, my car was destroyed in an accident that was deamed to be my fault so if I want to fix it, I've got to pay for it, and now I've been laid off from my job. Yet through it all, I'm still glad I moved. I hated my life up in SF so much that not even these calamitous happenings have been able to dampen my spirits or sway my resolve.

Whatever happens with my employer, I don't have to work through the end of the month and I still get paid, so if you're in LA and you want to hang out, let me know. I've got time.