Luckily, after they put us out in the hot sun all day, they then told us the job was over and not to come back today. So this morning, I was blistered and unemployed.
But I got another job pretty quickly, because I have a car and they're constantly needing people to give rides to all the other people who don't. So today, I drove a gang of guys to the Sand Springs road maintenance department and spent another day in the hot sun. I don't know that I'm any more blistered than I was this morning, but my neck has this ominous feeling of being simultaneously hot and chilled that makes think bad things are in store for the weekend, neckburn-wise.
But I was still feeling good enough to think about going to my writers club meeting tonight. At least until the guy showed up to repossess my car.
The thing that sucks worse than the feeling of failure and helplessness is knowing that it can get a whole hell of a lot worse. And every time something like this happens, it ratchets things, so that getting worse becomes a whole lot easier than getting better.