My grades started to slip soon afterwards. I'd always been a mediocre student, but I'd usually managed to cram in some studying or a term paper at the last moment. But as the government jobs became steadier and longer, I lost sleep time as well as study time, and when I fell asleep in the middle of a speech communication final I realized that I had to do something. I tried to talk to my project coordinator the next time they picked me up for a job, and she agreed that I hadn't been getting enough sleep. The work load cut back.
Some people can.
So when the next semester's signups came around and I missed them because I'd been picked up by the job 'copter on my way to the Admissions office, I gave up. With college no longer in the way, my coordinator found me a nice apartment close to the 'copter dispatch center, right outside John Wayne Airport. I was soon issued a uniform, too. Now, don't look at me that way. It was just a comfortable jumpsuit, no slave rags, my choice of color.