Lot of weird stuff bubbling in the pot this morning. Sooooo, I pick up 1099 work through a service occasionally, mostly IT stuff. It's sort of nice to be able to stick my toe in but if things get hairy there's no danger of the rest of me being sucked in - like the good old days. I really don't care if your __ isn't working, not really my problem anymore. I look at it like a box of chocolates; when I'm in the mood I can pick one that looks tasty. The ones that pay the best are mechanical assembly gigs. I've done jewelry displays, Craftmatic adjustable beds, big TVs. Sort of interesting, more so than IT/Telecom crap that's for sure. Yesterday was a big honkin' treadmill. I look at a couple about my age, both grown terribly obese. They have the financial means to whistle up an expensive piece of hardware and when you start thinking about the journey that treadmill had to take to get here it's daunting. We're all a little more aware of supply chain these days. But here it is, all three hundred pounds of it waiting for assembly. I can understand lacking mechanical ability but not being able to get around the swinging bag of fat to do anything is less likely to induce any empathy from me. So I show up and take care of it, nice folks. I know for a fact that inside two or three months it'll be sitting idle with crap piled on top of it. The only thing missing was them hiring someone to use it. Compare that to some of the hard, lean bastards I work with that come from parts of the world that consider that level of pure crapulence to be attractive and revolting at the same time. I'm with them. Seeing what I saw yesterday makes me believe we've hit that tipping point all cultures get to and will start in the other direction soon enough. Many will have to stop for a snack along the way.