tired

The night before last I had my first job in Chicago. Someone on the shack posted saying they needed help moving servers at their web hosting company. Pay was a whole $50 and dinner at some fancy chicago place. I thought it might be fun, and I'd like the money, so I went.

There were about 15 people total from the company, all nice guys that remind me of my friends back home. We moved about 5 cabinets of servers (via 4 or 5 cars) about a mile. The old setup was pretty hokey and if I were a client and saw it, I'd be a little concerned. The new place was immaculate.



We worked from about midnight until 6am. I got home around 7 or 8am. Showered and slept until 1pm when mike woke me up to start painting.

Then we got paint and supplies, came back and painted until dinner time. Ate dinner at metro pizza, then I came back and slept.

I had lots of crazy dreams about girls and work and walking and other stuff I dont remember. I woke up at one point all sweaty and stressed out.

Its Friday now, and I tend to relax a little bit on weekends with regards to looking for work. Yesterday I didn't look at all, but I had 2 projects drop in my lap for a client / friend. That'll be about $800. And potentially another project for web design, but probably not. So thats not bad.