They say hindsight is 20-20. In my particular case, foresight may have been 20-20, too. There’s no way one can work two jobs during the Christmas rush in a seasonal town and expect to emerge unscathed, and I was well aware of this both before and after Fernie’s two-week busy period. But what can I say. I'm in my twenties: I know a lot of things are bad ideas, and I do them anyway.