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<p>date: 2019-10-07
weight: 5</p>
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<p>The problem of working with clients on a task with a specified end-goal, one that is finished and about which you can say, &ldquo;ah, it does <em>this</em> now&rdquo;, is that when the project is done, there is nothing left.</p>
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<p>This is a problem with any task. This is a grander problem.</p>
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<p>Yes, even with self-appointed tasks, even with tasks at a non job-shop. It happened just recently, too. I finished my time at IA. I got home from visiting Barac. I got the contract signed at NV.</p>
<p>If you hit a deadline and succeed, or if you have some work travel, or if you get home from a vacation, suddenly there&rsquo;s this empty bit of your future where there used to be this thing. There&rsquo;s just a void there. A sudden lack of weight.</p>
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<p>And so, back then, you finished the release at work and also finished the office move in one fell swoop, and went home.</p>
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<p>I went home and took my meds like a good girl, and then proceeded to dissociate right through the evening.</p>
<p>Dissociation is a hell of a drug.</p>
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<p>It&rsquo;s a dreamy thing. It&rsquo;s a soft thing. It&rsquo;s a cottony thing. It&rsquo;s a muffled thing. It&rsquo;s watching your hands move. It&rsquo;s watching yourself breathe. It&rsquo;s feeling the air move in and out of you with a distant, slightly confused detachment. It&rsquo;s &ldquo;ah, it does <strong>this</strong> now&rdquo;, except saying that about some strange machine which is not yourself.</p>
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<p>I watched myself sit down in my chair. I watched myself turn on <em>Babylon 5</em>. I watched myself mow through two glasses of gin.</p>
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<p>You watched yourself with a metaphysical quirk of the eyebrow as you reached forward, grabbed the box of X-acto wood-carving tools &mdash; purchased, doubtless, for some long forgotten project &mdash; and flipped it open. You watched numbly as you slashed open the inside of your arm. There was a moment where you marveled at how long it took for the blood to well up, where you could see the white of subcutaneous fat.</p>
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<p>And then the pain snapped me to.</p>
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