Every Time I Think I'm Out

Since my life was gaining some sort of normal pattern and I was gaining a semblance of a social life, I went and did what I usually do in this situation. Fucked it up. That’s right, I got staffed back at my old position. You remember. Where 12 hour days were the norm. You look up and realize its 3:30 and all you’ve had to eat for the day was 2 cups of coffee and a scone from Starbucks. That one. It took all of 5 months for them to fuck up what it took years for me to fix (Actually, let me rephrase that. The project was a disaster to begin with. I’ve seen more thought out plans from crackheads. My job was to keep the whole thing from falling apart, which I did with duct tape, a screwdriver, 3 rubber bands and a box of envelopes. So the fact that it did collapse entirely once I left was something I told them would happen. And yet, I digress). I took the job mostly because if it wasn’t me doing the job, then I would have to be answering their questions anyway for most of my day. So if I’m going to do most of the work, I might as well get credit for it. So now I’m back putting in 60-70 hour weeks so that’s the reason for the lack of episodes. No time, and nothing interesting happening.
My one piece of advice for you career wise: Always follow up someone who’s a fuck up. People are really glad to see you, even if you show the slightest effort. I’ve never been told I’m so glad to see you ever in my life. And probably for the rest of my life I never will either (not surprising if you read the rest of the episodes here).