Within twenty-four hours of hearing I was out of work, my resume was being passed around at the Fleshlight company, and I had a promise from my current employers’ vice-president to email the CEO of the company I most want to work for on my behalf. I started making plans and contacts, wasted no time in getting things organized and ready for the cleanout; and generally began to suspect that I may in fact be one of these despicable creatures that thrives on adversity; then cedar fever set in and knocked me flat for three weeks, which was also perfectly fine because it gave me time to cash in on the post-Wrath of the Lich King inflation in World of Warcraft.
What exactly would you be doing at the Fleshlight company?
Apparently not much of anything as I heard nothing back. My neighbour works for them in accounting, and he offered to show my resume around in case they had anything available I might be suitable for.