The Bloody Doors Off

Today, everything fell apart at the job. The short story: we lost 4 pages right after they were done, went well over the time they want to get things turned out (and this is with two of us), and I knew. I knew. This isn’t the job for me.

And to put a point on it, two recruiters called me and left voice mails (and emails) about a 4 month contract with a bank, doing what I’ve been doing for the past 15 years.

I have to go into the office tomorrow 3 hours early to try and fix the mess that was today. But before that, I’m taking a phone call about the contract.