100 words | contingency plan...

Over the last month I’ve had a few near misses. There’s been at least two times where I think I was on the brink of getting canned. Basically, when the hatchet finally falls, you’re escorted out of the building; no going around to say goodbye, no collecting your belongings. Nothing. So…I started thinking…should I have some sort of contingency plan in place? Well, now (just in case), a buddy will come by and collect my personal effects (snowman and snoopy), and another to clear my hard-drive (personal emails, plans for world domination, et al). There, now I can rest easy.