what's next

work has gotten a sickly, on all fronts. people laid off, projects dying. folks straggle in late and leave early because there is little to do, but how on earth do you fill out a timesheet when you've done nothing but pretend that you're busy - all the while surfing the internet all day? coworkers become dramalamas as they make to-dos about who gets to work on what project and who is more invaluable or senior than one another. dogs fighting over scraps. i used to be worried, then i got my shit together. no longer worried just sick of the stench of paranoia floating in the air. yes, you're next. then you, then you. stop wringing your hands in fear - buck up and fucking take care of your shit already. things are changing, let's accept it and move on.