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"Well, you DO have a good 24 hours at home next week" my supervisor points out as though I'm being demanding.
Serious? 'Fraid so.

I knew things were getting bad last week when I walked myself over to the Popeye's Fried Chicken from my hotel in a bad part of town in Killeen, Texas. Aw hell, who are we kidding? Killeen *is* a bad part of town. I found myself thinking almost optimistically about the prospects for getting abducted by someone or something scary. Thinking that it would keep me from a repeat of my 14 hour shift the next day. That I found the idea of some mishap infinitely preferable.

And it really only got worse from there.
I gave my 2 weeks today, now I'm just wondering if I can really, really take 10 more days in Houston.

The two weeks only serves to allow me to be reconsidered for hire at a later date.

As if.