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Unemployment clock reads: 71 hours 47 minutes, and I'm still not sorry.

It was funny. The 20th of December was approximately 6 months away from Christmas, while the 21 brought me within hours, and now here in the not-so-sunny land of Florida all I can think of is how much I hate sleeping in my underwear. For this reason alone I hope the ethical demise of my career doesn't result in homelessness because I will have to unleash my nudity on the world. Seven days of this out of courtesy to my grandparents will be plenty.