The Internet failed to make connections in the lost lands. It failed to make connections on just my computer, while all others seem to work just fine. I am used to things like this happening there. I have developed a theory about disturbed souls and other unlikely supernatural happenings that explains everything relating to this jobsite.
Too bad I don’t believe a word of it.
This theory is, however, rapidly becoming something of an urban legend. People do love to have something to gossip about. They especially love it when it involves delicate parts of anatomy and pain for others.
I am hoping to escape this particular jobsite fairly soon, but if the individuals that run the asylum don’t get their shit together I will be getting Christmas cards there. They were supposed to be trying to get a Certificate of Occupancy in about five days, but without permanent power, water, carpet, air conditioning, or all the doors, I don’t think they are going to be ready.
It is my opinion that the powers that be are actually quite delusional about the state of this jobsite. (Note: Too many meetings cause enough brain damage so you can no longer see the real world.)
I really do have to finish soon. The next job is rumored to be ready and I want some time off to readjust to the real world instead of the imaginary reality of Santa Fe.
Please wish me luck. I think I am going to need it.
