Hey, dear Vaulties-
I, along with roughly half of the staff at the design 'ho house, got laid off yesterday and none of us (to the best of my knowledge) is receiving even two cents worth of severance. I saw the layoff coming so I'm relived that the suspense is finally over, but I am rather irked at the reality of no severance pay. But, fuck it. Might cry a tear in a bucket! It's time to regroup, center, and launch once more into the breach that is the NYC job market, a famously iffy and savage arena where grown men and women have been known to battle one another over an entry-level position at Weiner On A Stick. Nonetheless, I'll actively look for work and file for unemployment benefits, but for the time being it looks like it's going to be another round of "funemployment."