Calling all deep pockets

It's 4:25 on Friday. I'm this close to striking out for the weekend to make my mark on forty-eight hours of freedom when my boss walks in. And you know exactly what he said, don't you. In fact, you're reciting it to yourself right now. Because what else do bosses say to web guys? There are only two sentences in their vocabulary, at least under the What to Say to the Web Guy category. The first sentence is usually some variation on the following, rattled off so quickly it sounds like one sentence instead of four: "So our back end is exposed? That sounds vaguely perverted. What does it mean? Are our cookies vulnerable?"

But the other sentence is less easily addressed. You know what it is. Repeat after me.

  I'm
     sorry
   but
     we're
         going
           to
        have
     to
             let

                 you

                    go.

And I suppose web guys should be used to this, right? But somehow it's never obvious that it's about to happen until the bomb gets dropped and you find yourself suddenly curious about the day's classifieds. Except nobody posts web design ads in the newspaper, so you look online and pretty soon you're just...tired.

So there you have it, folks. I'm looking for work, and not just permanent employment. You know of someone who needs a web site? Tell em all about the incredible fast-acting Jason Gurley. Whoever sends me the most work gets a prize*.

* Prize to be determined by author at a later date. Prize not guaranteed indefinitely. Offer expires thirty seconds after moment of offer. 'Moment of offer' to be determined by author at a later date.