So I’m being phased out over several months, not fired on the spot. Big pay cut comes with said phasing but it’ll be OK while I figure out what’s next.

But for the first time in ages I can taste freedom. The coppery, metallic taste of freedom. And I can feel the numb left arm of freedom. And the dizzying, head-aching, heart-racing pulse of freedom. I don’t know if I totally like how this freedom feels, exactly, all I know is I’ve got a smile on my face. Or half of my face, rather.

(At least I think it’s a smile. Like I said, I’m kind of dizzy.)