Remember that job I've been working weekends on all summer? The one that has been dogging me for four years? That one? Sent the final report to the foundation yesterday. Five pages. That's 1.25 pages per year.
Talk about summarizing.
Anyway. Where's my martini?
Next project lining up for the smackdown? The languishing small consulting job. And then that will be it for overemployment. And then all we'll have to worry about is the house renovation and the family crisis.