May 11th, 2006


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Thursday 'toons:

Winger finally has an update, and introduces Flacky, the Flightless Factoid Fowl.

4-Block World continues its study of board games. I think I could win this version of chess.

Gaggle features Sec. Rumsfeld being corrected by a member of the MSM.

Ipso Facto shows us the dreams of goldfish. By the way, Mike has another cartoon, Dot and Dash. Could be fun. He promises that it'll be cruder...

Dilbert visits a career counselor.

Get Fuzzy hasn't been all that good this week, but check out Bucky's expression for his neighbor in the last panel.

Pearls Before Swine reminds us that there are some people who just shouldn't be awakened in the middle of the night, no matter what.

I've been on a mostly liquid diet, and I'm going to try what Mike's client is doing in today's Unfit has been doing. Although most of the stuff is pretty tasty, anyway.

Working Daze reminds all of us programmer types that the most common problems with code are spelling and punctuation.

Have a good Thursday, or as my boss from long ago at the bank used to say, the fourth Monday of the week.

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I belong to a mailing list for former employees of my old company. Yesterday, there was a note there from my former boss, needing help in finding a job. I knew that he had been let go during the last round of layoffs at my ex-employer, and figured that it was only a matter of time before we heard from him. As many enemies as he may have made, as many people who he mistreated, he has his friends, too.

There's a side of me that wants to help him. There's another side of me that wants to tell him where to go and what he can do when he gets there. I know that there are a lot of you who believe in the phrase "What goes around, comes around", that what we do to others ends up happening to us, too. I'm just having a hard time wondering if this is his comeuppance, or if mine would be forthcoming if I were to write to him and tell him what a real **** he was.

I think I'll take heed in another saying that I believe in. "Living well is the best revenge." My fortunes have been good ever since I got out from under this man's toxic influence. I've worked more or less steadily since leaving, I've found a situation where I'm really happy and appreciated, I'm learning new things for the first time in years, and I'm happy, a lot more than I ever was with my former company. Hell, my love life is even better than it was (although that might have as much to do with the testosterone cream that I've been using faithfully for several months now).

So, here's what I've decided: I will pray for him, pray that he finds a job, pray more that he finds himself. I don't feel comfortable extending the hand of friendship to him; he never was a friend, even when I worked with him as opposed to working for him, even though he told me that he was the only friend I had at my company. I don't hate him. I can't. My religious convictions, archaic and paternalistic though they might be *snark*, don't permit that, and I wasn't brought up that way.

Anyway, thanks for listening.