Last week, I was fairly certain I was gonna lose my job . I was right. Mr. Bossman took me into his office, shut the door and that was it. At first all I could could hear were each and every second hand of each and every of the 15 clocks he has in his office tickin' away. It was only a brief moment, but it felt like eons. Then he started sayin' all the words I had been prayin' wouldn't come. You know the sound the adults make on Charlie Brown? Yeah. That's pretty much all I heard. Even though I knew this was coming, all I could think was, "Yep. I'm fucked. After all these years, this is what it comes down to. Awesome." I'm a stability FREAK and this was gonna put a big fat dent in my stability. Dammit. I was and still am officially in panic mode. So. That's that. I have approximately six weeks to find a job. So far, I've sent out 51 resumes. 51 . I've gotten one call back, one email, and two interviews (one of which is this afternoon, ...