I feel sad for people who have defined themselves by their career and then how hard it hits them psychologically when they get laid off. I do well, but my job defines me not at all. And I mean that sincerely, with no snark, about being sad for them. It seems horrible.

So it’s good that I’m full awesome unemployed, employed, does not matter.

Watching my dad get laid off from Occidental Chemical when I was a kid cured me of ever wanting to identify myself with any job.

Glad that was a lesson learned early.