Paddy and I, and his new guy, hit the Wrangler beer bust on Sunday. I felt like I was at a Game Of Thrones casting call for extras. So many guys had epic beards. The crowd was festive. A few guys were wearing rabbit ears while others were sporting Easter bonnets. Mike and Chris met us there and a few other friends showed up later. It felt good to be out and about after the previous week’s blizzard.
Only two days are left on my contract. Double A reviewed my resume and made two minor suggestions while Paddy hooked me up with his client who is an IT head hunter. I really haven’t felt like job hunting. I’ve been giving my best at my current gig. All my local team members volunteered references so I want to make sure all my projects are in good shape. The team gave me a going away party last week. I was touched. That hardly ever happens for a contractor. I felt like I proved myself and made significant contributions over the last seven years. Oddly, the man who is assuming my role across the pond has yet to contact me for a hand off. I’ve emailed him twice but received no response. He’s only setting himself up for failure but that’s not going to be my problem.
I’ve had another trip down disappointment drive. That makes two trips in the last month or so. I’m guessing I’ll have time to post about the trips next week when I’m unemployed. Unless the stars align and a great job offer is tendered in the next few days.
And the picture. It has nothing to do with this post other than I snapped it on Sunday. I just liked the composition.