Tossed out of the kingdom of work, Moxie ponders the meaning of life and this thing called unemployment.
4.11.2010
Morning Coffee Spit-take!
I’m enjoying my morning coffee and muffin when my brain suddenly smacks my forehead from inside out: I dreamt about That VP and That HR Clown! Augh! Was there a hidden message from my sub-conscious? Let's see, I dreamt that I could not trust him, and that I was packing up some boxes – yep, it's That Moment all over again! Why, oh, why, must I re-live That Moment? Do you think, as time goes by, my dream scenarios will be in my favor?
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