It ended! The endless project ended. Finally. From January through October, $36 an hour with overtime. I made a bunch of money, paid off a bunch of loans, and I'm real tired.
I'm taking it easy now, on account of the tired, but it's hard to get out of the work routine and into a do-nothing groove. The agency offered me some bullshit rate a week after the project ended, and I advised they reconsider. Now I feel guilty and lazy and whatever thanks to the half-assed protestant work ethic I did or did not wind up with.
I got older and about four people noticed. I'm 45 now, which is old. I took the family out for lunch; two people were sick, one's unemployed and one's on a fixed income, so I paid for everybody. And I took them to somewhere my dad wanted to go, leading my friend to ask, "Isn't that the opposite of what's supposed to happen? Your family should take you somewhere you want to go?"
Anyway, I paid off another loan and ordered some shit from Amazon to make myself feel better. Still waiting on that big Kickstarter and will be waiting until March. Well, probably well beyond March, but something will show up around March. I got very little else to look forward to.
Feel terrible, but that's kinda to be expected. Went to Vermont for a week, spent a week without most human contact (but with a very good dog). Missed full 40-hour weeks of work almost every week of the last month of work, which was bad luck, but unforeseeable that the ten-month project would end suddenly.
It's getting cold, finally, thank goodness. We're going to find out how poorly insulated our apartment is.
--6:15 PM, EST, Philadelphia, PA, pitter patter, let's get at'er
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