OK, So I've Entered the Realm of the Jobless

So it goes.....

All in all, the end of my contract was a good thing.

Working in nuclear power produced a level of cognitive dissonance, I think that nuclear poser is unsafe and economically unviable, that was wearing me down.

The day after it ended, I went to my chiropractor, and realized that I felt much better than I had in months.

The workplace as a bunch of people was actually pretty good. They were good people, but for the first time in my life, the nature of the work made me miserable.

So, while I am still fat and bald, I am no longer working in nuclear power, which means that all Homer Simpson jokes are now "inoperative".