...or am I? Since I now work for myself, am I unemployed because I'm not working? Confused? Yeah, me too.

My last day at work was the 29th of January (last Thursday). It was a surreal experience, to say the least. It still is. I think the most strange part about that day was when I turned in my laptop. There were three full days to turn in laptops to one conference room. I think there were 1500 of us being laid off that day, and so the line was long. There I was in line with many other people holding our laptops waiting our turn to give them up. We all knew that everyone in line was losing their job that day and the looks on all the faces could only be described as blank. Nobody was talking, nobody was looking at each other.

I was kind of a jerk and left the office quietly without saying goodbye except for the four co-workers I went to lunch with. I knew that saying goodbye would just make me cry, so I avoided it.

BJ's still job hunting. Nobody's biting yet. We're going together to a job fair on Wednesday, so maybe that will help. I don't plan to get a real job- just want to consult, but still there might be some good opportunities for meeting potential clients there.

OOOhhhh that reminds me- I need to make a hair appointment. Yikes is all I'm going to say about that.

Michael, my brother, told me that I'm no longer allowed to talk about Einstein's potty habits on my blog. I'll stop after this- he's now trained to ring a bell hanging on the door when he wants to go outside. Half of the time it's because he wants to play outside, but he always 'goes' when he's out. OK, no more potty talk. Sorry, bro'.

I guess I'd better start putting together my new business site so I can say I'm employed, eh? Man, my new employer is awfully pushy. Can't a girl take a break?