The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

No Rest for the Wicked

Ah, the life of a contractor. Sure, we get paid a decent hourly wage, but we get no sick days or holidays or vacation days. So I don’t get paid for yesterday, and I have to work today or I won’t get paid for that either.

I’m not really complaining, I’m happy to have a job to go to in the morning. But I miss my old job, where the owner of the company would wander through the building on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and tell everyone they could leave at 2:oopm, and we wouldn’t have to step foot back in the building before Monday.

I will say one thing, the commute was fantastic this morning. I just have to time the drive home so I will miss all the mall-aholics heading back after a day of boosting the economy.

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