I've been unemployed for 312 days and counting. I can no longer tolerate nine hours straight of monotonous networking and rejection. To keep my sanity my mind has become a vagabond, constantly wandering. My self-discipline is now lacking to the point where my wife has declared, "Freedom does not agree with you!" But who wants to hear that freedom doesn't agree with them, especially since people are always fighting - dying even - for it all over the world. I'm not surrendering. Pink slip, my ass. Getting terminated was a velvet invitation to the resurrection of my senses. I fight on. These are my days.