I went in to work last Friday and my manager gave me the "we've had to make some cutbacks" speech.
Remember the scene in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life when the Dad comes home from work and announces that they've closed the mine and he has to sell all the kids for medical experiments?
It was like that. Only we don't have any kids. Or pets. Not even any houseplants.
And, since I don't react to medications like any normal person would (The fertility drugs? Caused hallucinations. Yeah, that was fun), it's back to the interview circuit for me.