Workin' in a coal mine, Goin' down, down, down...

You know you're tired when you put your spoon in your Mountain Dew and your straw in your soup. It's lunchtime, but my brain thinks it's sleeptime. I've got mandatory 58-hour weeks at my job from now 'til Oct. 14, but you can bet that only about 20 or so hours a week are going to resemble productive work. Not because I'm out to stick it to the Man, or anything lame and deluded like that, but because I'm friggin' TIRED. I left my cube at close to 9 last night, and I was back again at 8am.

Oh yeah, October 14. The end of my contract for NASA. I'm definitely going to miss working in this place. Sure, it's a sh*ty little shared cube and all, but I've got a coffee pot and a window. Well, I'll get to keep the coffee pot, anyways. Until I have to sell it to support my food-and-shelter habit, that is. You see, my crappy little Mom-n-Pop home office doesn't have the money to keep me around on overhead, and they don't have any other contracts for me to work on. So, October 14 is, in effect, my layoff date. Scott Adams could have had some really great Dilbert material if he had listened in on the meeting in which the layoff news was announced. My manager kept saying "This is not a layoff." Sorry, your Jedi mind trick has no effect on me!

Soup's gone now. Mountain Dew supplies almost depleted. Situation: Full, and slightly caffeinated. Time to look busy...