"Merry Christmas! You're laid-off!"

That was the blunt of it when my mom delivered the news over dinner.

All of a sudden, I'm feeling like Bob Cratchet's Tiny Tim only without the disablity. Christmas is going to suck now with this word.

Guess I have to play the good son now and help out once I get a job... if I can just grow some balls and get out there and look.

It's times like this I wish Dan was here to help me feel better.