A very good friend of mine at my office was fired yesterday, and in his swirling miasma of rage and hurt, he lashed out at me, in the form of a nasty voicemail on my cell phone. In the middle of listening to it, he dropped the F bomb, and I deleted it at that point. Later today he called back to apologize, and I accepted his apology. I liked him a lot, and I thought he was a pretty cool, intelligent guy, but I didn’t deserve his infantile tyrade, so our friendship is more or less over.
As for the rest of us, I’d like to quote 1987’s Oliver Stone movie Wall Street: “We’re all just one trade away from humility, buddy.” By that I mean, of course, that none of us is indispensable at our jobs, and if it ever happens that we are fired, don’t despair, for it will all find its way in the end.
As for the title of this entry, it’s been raining buckets for 24 hours now (and in turn watering my new trees). When I got home and opened the garage door, I found hundreds or even thousands of earthworms under the seal where the garage door meets the floor. I thought it was the coolest thing I had seen all week.