50... 50... (50...) ... (Re-posted.)

I was doing longer hours on another doc review project over the Christmas holidays. So a mandatory 50 should not seem like much...

But throw in the Spring weather, Andersonville conditions (they just keep coming!), and lack of HVAC knowledge amongst the chosen team leaders (gotta keep the door shut, or the system will just keep pumping out heat; counter-intuitive, I know...), and:

I've not "front-loaded" this week. Usually, I have 22 in by now; today, it's only 7 hours and 57 minutes. (The law firm contracting out for this project requires workers take a mandatory unpaid hour for every 8 worked. Crazy.)

Still, the pay is good, and the location too.

I worked Saturday, was in Rice Lake Sunday, and docked some downtime there Monday too. Caught the bus yesterday, and didn't want to give them the full free hour to gain an extra one-half before the bus left, so I played the game others taught: leave 3 minutes before you hit 8 hours.

So today: 11, tomorrow and Friday, and the full 9(10 really, but who's counting?) Saturday from 7am to 5pm.

The HHR is proving a reliable camper; we have a gym and shower in the building; and the dog is well cared for (I hope! He walks way more with me...)

It seems a transitioning time this Spring,
the nation half climbing out of a hole, but with very little learned, it seems. The new ones, coming up (my faith in the future) and the older ones with dwindling political powers playing themselves out.

The game will change when the people change, and if there is one thing America is long overdue for, it's an attitude adjustment. Thing about change is: if often comes abruptly -- not violently, necessarily, but rarely is it the measured transference of power one envisions if there's say, an abdication or planned leave-taking.

As in Andersonville, the ones who survived were rarely the biggest, strongest and most powerful. More often, sources say, they were the raw-boned lanky boys who didn't appear to measure up to much coming in the camp. But they survived, in numbers, where the bigger men went quickly.

Wisdom perhaps told them: My time has not yet come.
Now where did we hear that before? ;-)
God bless, and make it a good week, all.