Getting laid off has meant having the same conversation a lot, whether with parents or with friends, all centered around the question of ‘what next?’ And each case I’m like a green screen. It’s always the same, people urge me not to rush into something and take a job where I’ll end up miserable- presumably like they are. Or they ask if maybe i’ll move back east- this one an especially popular subthread of conversations with dear moms. Or they smile and are ‘happy’ for me, but are really a roiling pit of jealousy that I’m now ‘funemployed’.I smile and nod and tell the same joke about living for free wifi in a cafe full of identical MacBook Pros, but seriously, I don’t actually know what I’m going to do. I have time in a way that I haven’t had since I was a teenager on the last day of school. Let’s all hope I don’t blow it sucking on an Orange Julius while dumping quarter after quarter into Street Fighter II again.