One job lead to another and then another. Interviewing hospital patients and their family members to understand what were their concerns as a family regarding the recent diagnoses they were living with. Setting up computers and networks for individuals to communicate with their colleagues with. Changing the tractor feed printer papers on the OKIdata 391. Doing data review and cleaning for survey research. Cooking Jobs (too many to mention), Installing software on bare metal and virtual computers so Harry's colleagues could do science. Harry moved data for pay and heartache.
In all these jobs, the pattern, and what did and didn't fit the pattern was part of the job. There was the job too, actually getting the job done, like feeding tapes to an SL8500, or pulling machines out of a rack and working with others. Or Harry thinking he was working with others, and then he realized that what Harry thought was the case, was now not that at all. The silliness of the confusion - or - confusion silliness - is the sensation that Harry had toward then end when working for the Man.
Then the pattern of one job then another job stopped. The Man said, "We don't need you no more."
Harry was left with a pattern of not taking jobs, or not investigating situations, environmental or otherwise, for the Man. There was a lull. Harry was fine with the lull. It has been a long time since he was able to kick back and take in life the way he wanted. No doubt there was a transition but he managed.
Until, Harry didn't mind working for the Woman.
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