Now that the design 'ho house has been bought out by a corporation I knew it was only a matter of time before the layoffs started in earnest, and two of the three people I share space in the photo lab with have just been handed their walking papers after years of service. And wouldn't you it that the two people in question are among the few people at the gig whom I really like?
As for my own self, I'm not too worried about my own position here because I haven't been here long enough to get attached to anything, along with the fact that I handle the copywriting and proofreading burden and do so rather well, but I'm curious to see how long it is before this place looks like a goddamned ghost town, after which I'm sure the corporate drones will populate the empty seats with even-lower-paid staffers of their own choosing who will have to put up with untold amounts of abuse.
Well I say, "Fuck that shit." If the new owners give me even a drop of abuse I will walk, hold up a stiff middle finger and tell them in no uncertain terms to kiss my sharries. I could use another few months of being a carefree unemployed man about town anyway, but I have to find out which of my friends will be about to join me on the usual all day/all night liver-busting...
Shit, I got downsized at Marvel Comics so I've been through this before, and I honestly don't give a flying fuck what happens one way or another. And besides, gay "bear" porn beckons, and who am I to disappoint the legions out there who like it fat, hairy, and leather-chapped?
Publicity still from the upcoming BEARQUAKE BUFU, by Manhole Productions.
But until then, I remain employed and doing inane shit.