Today, I shot myself in the foot, something fierce.

For reasons I can’t really comprehend other than a strange sense of honor, I inadvertently dismissed myself from an opportunity for three to four weeks of a guaranteed paycheck.  Maybe I got greedy, or maybe I am much more of a compassionate human being than I thought.  But long story short is that I was offered a position that starts tomorrow, and instead of clicking my heels, and emphatically agreeing to it, I asked if I could put some feelers out at D-land, to make sure that I had finality on all of my current projects.

I had zero intention of turning down the position, even with it’s questionable distance from my house.  But apparently, my hesitation at agreeing to it caused the client who needed the work, to instead accept the first schlub who did agree to start tomorrow.  So instead of starting a new assignment tomorrow, with the next three to four weeks accounted for, I’m going back to a place that I’m not too terribly fond of, with any day after tomorrow sporting a question mark.

And for what?  Doing the honorable thing?  Being a nice guy?  Because as far as I’m concerned, those two things haven’t done shit for me, in my time of need.

This has not been a very good week, and I do look forward to its quick passing.