Even if the reason you’ve lost your job is completely unrelated to your performance, there’s still a lot to get depressed about. The whole “no money coming in” thing, sure, but also the fact that all the people with whom you’ve developed routines are no longer part of your life, and you’ve had no time to prepare for it. I’ve spent every day of the last year going downstairs at least once an hour to smoke with Cechin and Paige; the next time I see them now will probably be at a birthday party or hastily-arranged drinks session, and we’ll chat and catch up a bit and maybe e-mail from time to time, but that part of my life, the part where Chris and Paige and Cho and Neel and the rest of them are my daily frame of reference, the people I bitch to and laugh with and feel comforted by sharing the same general space, is over. And it makes me sad. I’m gonna go find a puppy that looks just like this one and kick it. That might cheer me up.