Stupid Days 5: Friday
They kept calling Trevor all day, frantically trying to get some demo working. First he gets laid off, now he's invaluable. I'd be so pissed if that was me. "Give me $150/hour for consulting, or I'm not going to help you any more."
Garrick was still there today, cleaning out his desk and burning CDs of cartoons and MP3s. Did I mention he had a lot of crap? He filled up his minivan with boxes of it all. I'm going to miss him. He's probably going to move to Texas to live with his wife (she works for the oil industry down there).