See Mickey Kaus.

I would go with a dainty, lady-like font saying “You Ain’t Got the Scrotes to Teabag ME, buttmunchen.”

Because I look like Kim Vandeloon’s mama, only with a meaner expression, so they ain’t.

Mikey, I’m sorry to hear about your boss making the worst mistake of his life, and hope that you will find a less stressful situation slightly before you’re tired of collecting unemployment.

Can I also say – what kind of sonuvabitch would fire someone on Good Friday???

I’ve seen a lot of this. Means you don’t have to spring for holiday pay.

My deepest sympathy to Mikey, and welcome to the club. 15% of my company’s employees were pink-slipped two days before Thanksgiving; it’s like they were trying to incite family traumas and violent confrontations with electric carving knives.

A devout catholic republican like the one who towed the car of a kid working for me several years ago on Good Friday. It was parked in a reserved space in front of the shop where the kid was working, and he didn’t even go in and ask him to move, he just had the car towed. (the kid made about $5 per hour as a carpenter’s helper) The asshole then boasted about it to another guy at the Good Friday vigil that afternoon. (“I got him good this time”) (The guy he bragged to told me about it because he was so offended) He’s a contractor who is famous locally for protesting abortion and taxes, a real Christian Gentleman.

What did work was contacting people I know who know the work I do. Make lists; get onto LinkedIn, Facebook (yeah, facebook), go through your email address book, find everybody you’ve worked with in the past.

Give ‘em a call. Say, “I’ve been laid off. If you hear anything, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know.” Lather, rinse, repeat, every two weeks. Something will come up.

The good news? It’s actually less bleak than it was two months ago.

Good luck, hang in there. At least you have time to wait for the fucking Sadly page to refresh.

Damn it, you nicked my idea.

As for drinking in the afternoon, i’ve been doing for a week now & feel a whole lot better……

Maybe m1k3y’s got something going on we don’t know about, & he’ll replace the sonuvabitch on Sunday. Or ascend to heaven in a blaze of glory.

It may not help you, but it sure as hell feels helpful on this end.

I got a spare room for rent, if you want to come down to LA and hang with M.Bouffant. We could work up some kinda enterprise.

my wife got unemployment for two goddamn years. the only reason it stopped is because we moved away from CA so that she could attend nursing school. they were practically throwing money at her.

two. years.

your situation sucks, and i feel for you, but compared to, say, living in fucking nebraska, you’ve got it real fucking good.

Doesn’t an easter egg symbolize the rebirth? Well it isn’t possible with two men or two women.

But apparently possibly with the Holy Fucking Spirit and Magic Resurrection Juice.

Nor will I.

Troll never did return after his B.S. 50% tax rate comment. Unfortunately, he has no shame, and will be back. Funny thing is, I usually make a couple of those “check here for _____” voluntary payments when I write my check to Uncle Sam. Just to ram one down trolly’s throat, I will pay an extra $17.76 to the Treasury, now that I have a modicum of hope for competent governance.