For those that have not had the benefit of being raised with Southern Folk stories- from the Uncle Remus stories by Joel Chandler- the above refers to Br'er Rabbit, having been caught by Br'er Fox, convinces him to throw him into the brier patch by begging him not to. The rabbit, of course, was born and bred in the brier patch. So, does this ramble mean that C3 got into the cognac early this week? nope- but he has a huge grin on his face. Yesterday, I was advised that my company has a layoff of 40 technical staff, and I am one of them. Oh PUH-LEASE- Don't throw me in dat brier patch! They have kindly offered me 7 months pay, pay for all accrued vacation, and continuation of all benefits for a like period. However, some genius overlooked that I am eligible for retirement at this time. Bottom line? I draw 7 months, lump sum, THEN start to draw retirement pay. But wait- there's more! 2 weeks ago, I was contacted by another group that wants me to come work for them. They have offered $10K more than my current salary, comparable bennies, a $10K signing bonus, and a 3 year contract. PUH-LEEZE! Don't throw me in dat brier patch! Job starts in 2 months! So I get a couple of months to do yard work, get the boat out of mothballs, go to the range, then go back to work. My grandkids will be getting 6 months of my pay tucked into their college funds. Now, if you will excuse me, I got to go find that bottle of cognac. Yowzah!