I Got (Laid) Off

Welp, I figured it would happen, but it didn't go down like I had expected.

The News got rid of 43% of its work force Tuesday. Some were told they needed to get out that day, some were told they would stay with the paper and some were told they'd stick around as a transition force. I'm part of the transition team. My last day is Nov. 30, which is good because I have the whole month of December paid for at my place.

Since I've come across a major hurdle in life, I need to decide what's next. I've got a lot of ideas and a lot of time to figure stuff out. Here's a list of current possibilities I'm mulling over:

1. Move into my parents' house, get a dinky part-time job, substitute teach, give the band a year to do something, then A) be a professional musician; or B) quit the band and go to grad school.

2. Move into my parents' house, go to the U. to get a graduate teaching degree, then become a professor.

3. Move into my parents' house, tour with the band as much as possible, do the online graduate English program at USU, then be a high school English teacher in three years.

4. Stay out of my parents' house, quit the band and get a legitimate 9-5.

5. Move somewhere else like Seattle, San Diego, Boston, Philadelpha, Baltimore or Los Angeles to pursue ... really whatever.

6. Join the Teach for America program and go teach some low-income kids how to be awesome for two years.

7. Make Kyle pay all the rent, work a part-time job and watch lots of Netflix.

8. Stay at the AT with Kyle and strong-arm SLUG Magazine into giving me a paid position.

9. Do some freelance PR and writing.

10. Live on the streets with all the pleasant folks on Broadway and Main.

So, what do you guys think? What should I do?

May the Force be with you.