It's the end of the world as we know it...

Drinking beer. Before noon. On government time. Who does such a thing, really?

The season is over. And with it, quite possibly a career in fire. Still glad to be done, but when it was over, and I was alone in my room at the end of the day, I undressed as usual, but when I went to take of my boots, I hesitated. Walked around the house for a few minutes more, then slowly took them off, looked them over, and put them away, knowing that I may never wear them again. A good thing, really. After three seasons they were beginning to show signs of wear. Like the hole in the right side where I put a falling axe through the boot and into my foot a few years ago. And the left one, where the stiching was ripping out from walking side-hill so much. A good thing the season ended when it did, I really don't know if they would have lasted another 2 week pay period.

I didn't file for unemployment, though I am eligible and most on my crew have done so. I figure that I am quite capable of work, and even have several prospects, I just don't really want to. In my opinion unemployment was not meant for folks like that. Better to save it for the folks who really need it; heck, it could be me some day.

Joke of the moment:
"I had amnesia once..."
"Really?"
"Well, maybe twice."