Tuesday afternoon, my employer informed me (and scores of others, most of us creative types) that, after six years on the books, my services were no longer needed. Here’s your papers. Don’t the let the door hit you on your way out.
Two hours later, with my office possessions in the trunk of my car and my job security in a Dumpster behind the building, the lot of us creative folks gathered at Queen Anne’s Buckley’s to drown our sorrows.
Five Maritime Pacific Imperial IPAs later, I felt a tiny bit better about the situation.
Much as I love that powerful, bitter brew, I gotta say too much of it makes for one hell of a hangover. Or maybe that’s just the next-day sting of being cut loose.
I’ll buy an IPA for fellow beer enthusiasts who can help a marketing/UI/etc. writer/editor out with leads. Just sayin’.
