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astillarJust like that, without any prelude or forewarning, the end has come within sight.
When I left a week ago, it was business as usual. The office and the jobsite were running at full speed with all of our manpower at full utilization. Now, almost half of our guys have been sent home for good. The job is coming to an abrupt halt. Offices have been cleared out, hard hats are missing from their hooks on the wall. I didn't even know; no one told me. I just happened to notice an updated schedule on the wall. I'll work 9 more nights (compared to the usual 21) and then I too will go home for good.
Home. For good.
I'm shocked . . . and unwilling to believe my good fortune. Just like that, it's gonna be over? I'd fully been expecting that this job would be eternal, that I'd be wintering here, cold and miserable again. Or until September at the very least. I have a hard time believing this. Am I really this lucky? Do I really get to go home? Do I get to have a life again?
I don't want to think about it, hope for it, just yet. I'll keep a lid on my excitement for now.
But . . . yay.
And I ganked this video from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
becala because it seemed oddly appropriate.
When I left a week ago, it was business as usual. The office and the jobsite were running at full speed with all of our manpower at full utilization. Now, almost half of our guys have been sent home for good. The job is coming to an abrupt halt. Offices have been cleared out, hard hats are missing from their hooks on the wall. I didn't even know; no one told me. I just happened to notice an updated schedule on the wall. I'll work 9 more nights (compared to the usual 21) and then I too will go home for good.
Home. For good.
I'm shocked . . . and unwilling to believe my good fortune. Just like that, it's gonna be over? I'd fully been expecting that this job would be eternal, that I'd be wintering here, cold and miserable again. Or until September at the very least. I have a hard time believing this. Am I really this lucky? Do I really get to go home? Do I get to have a life again?
I don't want to think about it, hope for it, just yet. I'll keep a lid on my excitement for now.
But . . . yay.
And I ganked this video from
becala because it seemed oddly appropriate.
