Dog-eat-dog world we live in.

Well.  I lost my job this past June.  Hit me like a Nolan Ryan fastball I wasn't expecting.  My boss' exact words to me were..."Chris, I'm 55, if I lost my job nobody would hire me, I'd be checking groceries at Wal Mart.  You're still 30-something and can find a job.  Your ass is going down before mine. You got 10 minutes to collect your things."  Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.  What a summer I had.  You know what though, if "they" knock ya down, you get back up and smile at them.