Unexpected freedom

Bob released me ~1230 since there was fuck-all work to do. Weird that he's treating me better after he's fired me than before.

Anyway, headed home, ate lunch, found the missing Johnny Cash & Scooter tracks on Cowzilla, and moved them to the Winbox. Going to change shirts in a minute and head out to Tyson's Corner for an interview with a staffing outfit. Hoping for the best, expecting the worst, etc.

Via Ace, a description of the TARP's evolution. No dinosaur death answers therein, unfortunately.
Also, can I possibly be the only /b/tard and/or moron to have noticed that the Troubled Asset Relief Program's acronym is the same as /b/'s slang term for transsexuals?
(In before "Not your political allies".)

Unexpected freedom

Bob released me ~1230 since there was fuck-all work to do. Weird that he's treating me better after he's fired me than before.

Anyway, headed home, ate lunch, found the missing Johnny Cash & Scooter tracks on Cowzilla, and moved them to the Winbox. Going to change shirts in a minute and head out to Tyson's Corner for an interview with a staffing outfit. Hoping for the best, expecting the worst, etc.

Via Ace, a description of the TARP's evolution. No dinosaur death answers therein, unfortunately.
Also, can I possibly be the only /b/tard and/or moron to have noticed that the Troubled Asset Relief Program's acronym is the same as /b/'s slang term for transsexuals?
(In before "Not your political allies".)

deserted rock and roll, to try and save his soul

Interview went well, but I am no judge of interviews. Still, the temperatures were in the 60s, I wore my new black shirt to the interview, and I feel PRETTY DAMN GOOD about the way things are going right now. The staffer confirmed that there are indeed assloads of accounting and bookkeeping jobs out there, so it looks like I picked a pretty good time to get fired/terminated/kept hanging around waiting for the new victimemployee.

deserted rock and roll, to try and save his soul

Interview went well, but I am no judge of interviews. Still, the temperatures were in the 60s, I wore my new black shirt to the interview, and I feel PRETTY DAMN GOOD about the way things are going right now. The staffer confirmed that there are indeed assloads of accounting and bookkeeping jobs out there, so it looks like I picked a pretty good time to get fired/terminated/kept hanging around waiting for the new victimemployee.