So I have a job. It’s a contract job, but its something.

The money is good. Great, even. But so far, I’m miserable. I sit in a cube with three women between the ages of 50-65. All ten people in the department are that age. They have basic computer knowledge, but the concept of dragging a file into a server folder is lost to them. When I suggested checking Google for a logo, it was a novel idea. There are no windows, and my project has yet to start.
Good thing for email on my phone. It’s my only sanity.