Apparently the other network offered the boss more cash and he's back on track to his retiring before 40 plan.

Good for him.

That leaves me, however, in a pickle.

See, at this point I'm kinda like the right hand of from the "old regime." As soon as the old emperor is gone, his henchmen (i.e. me) well be in front of the firing squad.

Thus, my days are officially numbered.

Ah. Might as well, as you guys know, I've been treading this for a while now.

So now it's time to aggressively look for something else.

Of course, my plan is to play nice and be a company man and find something else before the natives tar and feather me. Let's just hope I get them before they get me.

Cuz if there's one thing I've learned, is that pride pays shit. And I don't know about you, but shit can't buy shit.

So peeps (especially ms.jones), it's time for some that every little thing she does shit and bail my ass out of this jam.

thank you. cooperate. (please)

I'll keep you posted. Somebody call Mr. Wolf.