reckless

Continuing with our new annual tradition, my employer announced that they will be laying off 400 people (or at least 400 FTE, which is the same thing cumulatively). It remains unclear if any of these will be from my department or not, though of course the speculations are running wild (as they should be since my department is considered auxiliary). At this time last year everyone in my department was interviewing to keep their jobs, and quite a few were eliminated. This year, the threat hangs over the department once again. Some holiday traditions I would gladly abandon.

Interview netted nada. At this point, though I haven't heard word one, I am pretty sure I was not selected for the position. It isn't that big a deal, but it would be nice to be the one making the choice instead of being made for me.

Will be spending even more time at the Park in the next couple weeks. Getting very tiresome, but I am reluctant to say 'no' (see above) at this point in time. I wish we had more patients.

In other news, Tia and I saw a play over the past weekend at a local theater. The acting was fine and the set pieces were simple but versatile, but god help me it was effing weird. As succinctly as I can state it the play was about the following: An over-exuberant excessively garrulous woman begins by exclaiming her love of Christmas on Christmas eve. Her husband, appearing distressed, tells her she ought to run because he hired a hit man to kill her that night. She runs. She meets a guy at the gas station pay phone and, wearing nothing but her nightgown and robe, boards his car and they head to his home where he lives with his paraplegic deaf/mute wife. She moves in with said couple and starts to work at their nonprofit with them. They go on a game show where the don 'planet' hats and win $100K. Her estranged husband sees her on said show and finds her the following Xmas. Her husband finds the deaf/mute die from poison champagne (and the deaf/mute was neither, only pretending to be so for her husband). The main gal now runs away with the guy she met at the quick stop, who proceeds to drink nothing but champagne for a year. He dies the following year on, you guessed it, Christmas day. The main character then becomes a mute herself for 6 years living in a shelter. She speaks once and then goes to a talk show where she watches the guest on the show get shot by a man in a ski mask. She then goes back to school and becomes a psychologist. A patient walks in who turns out to be her son (and her other son turns out to be the shooter from the talk show). He becomes her patient on Christmas eve. The end. Should be interesting to see their interpretation of twelfth night.

As always, more news when it becomes available.