Jul. 2, 2008
On June 16th a whisper shivered its way through the grapevine that binds all coworkers. A simple little text message with a simple little truth. A rival gym has purchased our gym. It took only a matter of minutes before the grapevine was aflame with theories and speculations. The grapevine fire was left to smolder like the fires of pompei for an entire week before any authority figure stepped forward to confirm or deny. To much of everyone’s surprise, not even the manager knew of the treason unfolding beneath the sea of tranquility.
As ordered, the coworkers and i gathered in the gym on the 23. A short-emotionless woman and a muscular-bald man stood dictating the steps that would occur over the following weeks. The rumors had not prepared us for the grandeur of the truth. We had just been laid off.
Its been one week since i got laid off. My bank account is reaching critical and next month’s cell phone bill is due. This week I’ve put out 17 resumes and 3 applications to various businesses from office assistants to firedog. Not one single interview as of yet. I’d appreciate it if the world would throw me a bone.
On a side note. i can officially make sushi!

I love this part of the year. Days where everyday seems like an endless rain storm.


