My Fire-versary™

Traditionally the first anniversary gift is paper. And a year ago, I was one of the lucky ones who was on the receiving end of one of those special paper gifts.

It was a pink slip.

Last week was what I like to call my first Fire-versary™ when myself, along with 499 other employees, got laid off from a leading cybersecurity company. See if you can guess which one from the picture.

After having their best year ever according to last year’s Wall Street report, they apparently decided the only thing better than record profits was fewer people to share them with.

It's the corporate version of Ozempic.

So how did I celebrate the special occasion? Well since I left, I haven’t thought about it that much. Of course, I miss almost all the people I worked with (you know who you are). And I definitely miss the stock options.

But, like they say at Boeing, when one door closes another one opens. I’ll be here all week.

I don’t know how my fellow ex-colleagues are celebrating theirs, but in the year that’s transpired, as I wrote about here, in addition to peddling my copywriting and creative directing skills, I’ve fallen into a second career as a book editor. In fact I’m working on editing my seventh book as we speak.

I’ve also been catching up with my life, having done and continue to do things around the house I had to put off when I was employed full-time. You probably know this, but I'm able to do all this because I'm so handy and mechanically inclined. Remind me again, which end of the hammer do I use?

Also, my binge-watching has become both more sophisticated and medically concerning. Between new seasons of Hacks, Your Friends & Neighbors, For All Mankind, Shrinking, Euphoria, Running Point and From, to new shows like Widow’s Bay, Rooster and American Classic, my eyes are in a perpetual state of bloodshot. The price I pay for being Hollywood conversant and a joy at dinner parties.

Honestly the year has flown by. Every once in a while, I still wake up with the instinctive urge to check Slack or log in before remembering nobody’s waiting for me to update a job ticket anymore. And that’s probably the strangest part.

For something that felt so seismic at the time, the world barely paused. The coffee still brewed. The dog still needed walking. TV kept auto-playing the next episode. Eventually the old job stops feeling like an identity and starts feeling like a season finale that might've gone on one episode too long.

Which is fitting.

Because the traditional first anniversary gift may be paper. But apparently the modern one is perspective. Folded neatly into an envelope I never asked for.

Editing myself

I've been doing the same thing for a long time. I'm not talking about avoiding writing these blogposts — although since the last one I posted was November 11, 2025 I suppose you could make an arguement for it.

What I'm talking about is copywriting. Creative directing. Endless meetings. Town halls. You know, the ad game. I used to tell the wife if I was still writing commercials when I was forty to just shoot me. Clearly I had blown past that deadline.

So last year, when a certain leading cybersecurity company I'd been a creative director at for three years, and I'm not naming names — CrowdStrike — after having several years of outstanding growth and financial reporting with Wall Street, unexpectedly laid off 5% of its staff, which if you're keeping count came out to 500 people (apparently the only breach they couldn't stop was trust), I found myself in an interesting position. Was I going to take my newly found expertise and look for another job in the cybersecurity world? Head back to an advertising agency after five years on the client side (yes the math adds up - before CrowdStrike I was at Epson for two years)? Do nothing, or do something completely different.

The answer about the next step building a future version of me came in the form of my great friend and writer extraordinaire Cameron Day. For reasons I will never know and will always be eternally grateful for, Cameron asked me to edit the second volume of his wildly entertaining, brutally honest advertising survival guide trilogy pictured above, Spittin' Chicklets.

Then he asked me to edit the third one.

And a book about his f*@ked up adventures from the ad trenches.

And his wild ride as an AI anarchist in his book co-authored by AI.

I happened to mention to my former client and close friend Pete Wendy how much I was enjoying this new endeavor thanks to Cameron, and come to find out Pete was writing a book his own self and asked if I would edit it.

I love it when momentum decides to do its job.

This is the book Pete wrote. I think you'll find it well written and extraordinarily edited.

As The Fixx like to say, one thing leads to another. You're welcome Jim DeCorpo (inside joke, don't even try).

Cameron referred me to his friend John Long, who, you guessed it, was in the process of writing a book about legacy brands and what they need to do to survive.

The book is called Zombie Brands, and is packed with exceptional writing, insights and solid advice for older brands looking to survive in the new world.

The thing about this newfound career is the pressure is on and off at the same time. I don't have to come up with the idea and write it. I get to shape it, and work with writers who care deeply about their work, but who don't want to suffer while improving it.

So what am I saying? I guess it's be open to things you haven't tried before. You never know where they'll lead.

Looking at that last line, I think I may have a future writing fortune cookies. Do you know anyone?