Today I got a phone call from a client named Frank, from Toronto. He asked where I was, I said, “Prince George”. He told me he’s in Florida and will be till March. He wants to see me when he gets back, and wanted to know when I’d be back out east. I said that I wouldn’t be until next fall. Then he asked how work was going, and I explained that it’s not going well, as in, not at all. He then suggested I move to Toronto and find work out there… See what I’m getting at?
My life has been reduced to nothing.
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