so are we supposed to be sad now?

If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may have heard by now. If not, lucky you.

Or not so much, since you're reading this and finding out anyway.

I now officially no longer am Accepting Torture. Haha! Free!

Of course, it was part of a redundancy program, and good frakking god that was just about as much bullshit I could stand for a day. Not after I've escaped Mudra's Monday meetings.

So, yes. I am unemployed. I am once again a professional bum.

Further whining after the jump.


I can take it, I've seen it coming. I saw it coming.
(sidebar: Teammates. We're on the same boat, we have the same levels, the same team, the same situation. We all got the same emails. How can some of us see it coming and you didn't? That's just weird ostrich behavior, and it's very unbecoming.)
So earlier, after the whole charade of "is this coming as a surprise to you?", myself and some of my friends/teammates in the know were surprised to find other coworkers in tears, or in seeming shocked silence.

Weird. I was actually hoping to leave after August (2 years of Accepting Torture is enough for me), in case I couldn't find a team that better suited my taste (sigh, PerAd. I really liked you, why don't you have vacant posts?). This way, I guess, they had to give me a lot more money.

Heh. PLAK forever.

oh, frak. update: pati si Boss! no way!