A former college professor who now practices hired me to do a project. It was actually a former college classmate who now works for him, but I consider the job to be for the former professor. I told him I've been in boy turmoil lately, and he said something startling: it just gets worse as you get older because the good ones are, in fact, all taken by the time you're in your mid-thirties. Ouch. My Aunt N and my girlfriends are mostly telling me to keep up the hope, that there's someone out there for me who is fabulous. But this man who I've looked up to and admired (particularly admired his intellectual abilities) tells me that it just gets worse? How terrifying!
So this project I was supposed to be working on that my former classmate estimated would take about 10 hours of work has already taken me about 17 and counting. I have about 75ish% maybe 80% done tonight, and I'm just crashing. I haven't worked 17 hours on a weekend in a LONG time. And I have no clean clothes to wear to my regular job tomorrow. I'll have to wear something that must be taken to the dry cleaner's. I'm exhausted, burned out, and that is a dangerous combination. When I'm tired to this point, I start making mistakes. And since REAL people's lives and damages are at stake, I'm done for tonight. I have to be.
I finally spoke with my boy and found out why he didn't call me back since Friday. A friend and former co-worker of his passed away on Friday. He took it pretty hard. So please keep him and his friend's family in your thoughts and/or prayers, please. Thanks, and have a good night.
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