Well, My Weekend Of Gigs Is Over ...

... and if you count waking up early and finally walking into my home after the Vikings Game, my 20 3/4-hour day finally wrapped up around a quarter to 3.  For a second I thought strike would wrap up early, but then a half-dozen of us were asked to go outside and wrap cable, and that's how I got to getting to my car in the parking ramp a bit past 2:30.

With all that said, my fear of arduous manual labor were a bit exaggerated.  Oh, sure, I wish I could've just left after the Game was over, and working three hours with my hands is still hard.  But you know what made the work tolerable?  The camaraderie.  Me and these hired hands talked about everything to pass the time.  Better yet, that half-dozen of us built a rapport between ourselves, an us-versus-the-world mentality that broke down voluminous tasks so that we could all do a little bit, and easily solved difficult tasks where each of us concentrated on just one part of the problem.  Those were good people, and I'll miss them greatly.