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01/16/2005: "Well..."

... I guess I get something of a reprieve. Tubby officially is unemployed, but has a stay of execution until May 31st (although that date, of course, is subject to change, as are most things in corporate America). Which means I need to find his flabby toosh a new job, tread into the notion of hiring him as a full-time human employee, or learn to deal with him being home 24x7 starting June 1. And only the "get him a job" plan sounds like something I can live with... the other two motivate me to fly, repeatedly, in front of those poorly camouflaged duck blinds on opening day of duck hunting season.