As my services are suddenly no longer required at my previous position of employment, the universe has once again made a decision for me. The peril of contract work is that sometimes you don't get the luxury of notice. It is a good lesson for me if I want to keep doing what I do, as mining is not the most stable of industries on the grander scale, particularly with junior companies. Like a pop band with a hit single, one day you are on top of the charts, and the next day your cd is in the bargain bin at wal-mart. I am already working on my comeback, but it was certainly a shock to the system.
I don't really believe in fate or any grand plan, but all month I have had an on sense of foreboding that I couldn't quite shake; I chalked it up to the February blues and a touch of vitamin D deficiency. When I heard my dad got rather badly hurt after losing a fight with a hot water tank, it felt like something I was anticipating finally happened, but that anxiety I had still didn't go away. Now that my week from hell is complete, there is almost a sense of relief. I think it was that things were going far too well for too long and I was subconsciously waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was making good money at a job I loved and working with people I liked and everyone around me was healthy; perhaps it's because of my history with illness, but I am always suspicious of too much good fortune. Don't get me wrong, I am not a pessimist by any means, as when things are good I relish every second, but I don't like to assume that it will continue in a never ending nirvana of awesomeness. Without the lows, the highs aren't as impressive.
So long QR Mine- it was a blast! (mining pun!)
-A.
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