149.5


…Is how many hours I’ve worked in the last two weeks.

Yesterday, one of the maintenance guys asked me how G was, if he was grumpy that I was never home.

But I don’t know. I haven’t actually seen him. I’m not even sure if he still lives with me.

The project is supposed to end today. Like it was supposed to end yesterday, or the three days before that. I am missing out on things I’ve committed to; a literary festival, coffee dates, massages, writing, mentoring, volunteering opportunities, music monday, my side hustle – life outside of work.

What I do isn’t always predictable and almost never runs to the schedule. But I wouldn’t trade it. As frustrating as it is, and as much as I miss G and my friends who I’ve not seen for six weeks, it is my job and I love it.

Not many people get to say that.

So, what did you think? Words, wisdom or constructive criticism welcome.

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