I look in my freezer, and that’s all I see: Orange boxes. I am not the chef my brother is by any means, so I have to feed myself someway. Then again, I have always fended for myself when it came to food. As a kid, my mom was too poor and busy at work to get us a proper meal. We ate many cold hot dogs still half frozen on bread. Then my first wife couldn’t cook her way out of a grocery sack, so I have learned to cope by getting copious amounts of these orange entrees to satisfy my appetite.

I would like everyone who reads this to keep an eye out for part-time employment opportunities. I get enough money to sit around, but naturally I’m going to want to do things with nothing else to do. That is why I need some extra money. I would like a part time job to work at about 20 hours a week, flexible scheduling is a must. I love taking these extra money-type jobs because I am under no obligation to stay. If they make me angry, I can always tell them to shove the job. Anything not being on the feet all day is a plus, but I’ll take what I can get.

That’s right, kids. They gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse - literally. There were two options on the table rgarding my employment. The first was, I would get my job back and be on probation. They could fire me for any little thing, so that sounded like a bad idea, plus who wants to go back to work? The second was a severance package which will pay me for a year to sit around doing nothing. Needless to say, I took the latter. I wasn’t ready to go back to work, and if I was they’d find a reason to can me.