Are You My Biffy?

It has been a cup half-full / half-empty kind of day, which accounts for the somewhat melancholy tone of this post. I’ve been telling all of my coworkers that I would be unhappy, no matter what was the decision and I was right. I was convinced that I would get my layoff notice from Spacely Sprockets today, but no that didn’t happen. We lost that big contract last month and this was the expected fallout. I had it planned out, sixty days of employment, with my last day in mid-January. Anyway, if you deducted weekends, holidays and sick leave, I calculated that I would have had just ten more days of actual labor left. Afterwards, I would have gotten a severance package that would have paid me through my birthday next summer and then, retirement, but none of that happened today, so I’ll just keep working, “Against my will, Papa, against my will.”