The problem with North America is that the work ethic follows the old lie, "it is sweet and good to die for your company"(I'd do that in Latin if I was educated). It's not unusual for a prospective client to phone on a Thursday night and expect fifty hours worth of work before Monday morning. There's a lot of that at the moment. As well, I'm now working on a contract for a firm west of here which is rather fun and a much gentler pace than usual. Alas, the usual hasn't gone away so I trundle west for a hour, work mellowly, then drive back east and work frenziedly at all the things I didn't do while at work.
The drive in is eerie. There are no lights, often no other vehicles and much fog.
It's really a nice drive if there's an excuse to go in late.
The job is in a rather English looking town, it's dominated by some sort of ecclesiastical structure with scaffolding on it.
It's a university town with some promisingly rough looking bars. I'm taken with the idea of the Cowboy Bar which looks to be a converted cinema. It has a mechanical bull.
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