I've been out of work since July 13, 2010, thanks to the aortic dissection, kidney lesion, and leg problems that have made things so interesting these past 8 months.
For the first time since that day, I went by two of the stores where I used to work. Some new faces, or familiar faces in new locations (management's been shuffling people around, again), and they were surprised to see me alive.
It turns out that the former manager of the last place I was working either tossed or "lost" my file, including contact numbers, so none of my former coworkers could find me to find out how things were going, what hospital I was in, or anything. What an ass.