It's final, my job is gone. What's worse is the extremely deceptive and passive aggressive way I was let go, and the nasty fucking things I had to hear when I calmly and politely confronted my employer. Hearing someone yell profanities and insults in my face while I was trying to understand wtf was up a huge part of my life was very shocking. And a lot of personal aspects of my life (shared in mutual confidence) were factored into my termination, and announced to the whole workroom. I've never felt so ashamed, in my life, and rarely have I felt so betrayed. On the subject of things that are done, I have also finished my ten furs. WOOHOO! I can't wait to look at this first cluster of uploads, one year from now, and see all the progress that I've made. Until then, I'll keep on putting out shitty, infantile sketches, obsessing about losing my job, and stumbling through my weird life. It's only a matter of time/practice, till I get good at drawing, and find another good job, right?