Am having sudden regrets that I wished for an interesting life, because I've just learned that our department is undergoing yet another re-org, and that there have been lay-offs. No worries on my job, but they're letting go critical support people that we simply can't do without, at a time when we should in fact be hiring. So mind-boggling is the news that my brain has wrenched itself from its stem in sheer horror and plunged itself out the sixth-story window. There is a messy spot on the ground, around which pedestrians are stepping.
Granted, this news is of significant interest only to me, but still. Bastards.
I can't wait to work out today. How weird is that?