For this no Yello Sub?

Recently Dr. Wife learned that her company is undergoing a merger. By "merger" I mean a hostile takeover in which everyone is up a creek with an invisible paddle that no one will tell them the location of.
Here is what we know.

She has to reapply for her job. She knows this because when she was sent to HR to get questions answered, she was met with a room full of computers and instructions to apply for her job online.

The job will be posted for other applicants.

If hired, there will likely be a pay cut.

If hired, she may be without work for the week before and the week after Christmas because her current business ceases to exist before the new one offers jobs.

The salary bonus that they have been dangling before her to get her to do the work of two people the last six months is vapor.

Her main hope is that her main boss, who likes her work, doesn't quit in the process.

She has worked so damn hard for so long with no reward, and now this. We had hoped that by working for a non-profit firm she could avoid some of this sort of BS, but that is apparently not the case. She has done all that one could ask of her, and then some. She just doesn't deserve this.

I'm mad. I'm punch people mad. I'm kick doors down and push people into traffic mad. I have a few silent moments right now. It's probably best for the world. I can't even crack jokes I'm so mad.

Antischmacterial

7:15 a.m., just 4.5 hours after falling asleep after a blues gig. The room is still dark and I am still asleep.

daughter: "Don't worry, Daddy, I got it out."
me: "That's nice dear."
daughter: "Yeah, you're still asleep, so I just did it myself."

drip. drip. drip.
I awaken and look into the proud face of my self-dressed daughter. She is holding a roll of toilet paper. It is thoroughly soaked. And dripping on the floor. And down her arm.

daughter: "Yeah, it fell in the toilet."
me: "So you reached in and got it, huh?"
daughter: "Yeah, but I was already done with it, so that's okay."