Weasel Central is in an uproar. Downsizing has run rampant through the building, and once again, fuckin' ignored me. But got all the good ones. *sigh*

There's a weird energy around here. Like no one believes that the worst of it all is over yet. They've done a two day "blitz" (for lack of a better word) and well, we're wondering if they'll extend it by a day or two. I'm not sure. A lot of people are being walked out of the building. It's crazy. Like cows to the slaughter is the image that keeps popping into my head.

I don't feel like being here. But that could very well be the Gravol haze that I'm just getting out of.

Man, I don't think I can do this job anymore.
I think the job search is going to go into overdrive.
I need to save what's left of my sanity.
And I need to do it fast.