I really like what I do. But must I have to do SO MUCH OF IT everywhere I go?
And for the record, I fucking hate the “Exit at 5” crowd when what they are supposed to deliver to me won’t be ready till 5:10 and they have to jet. “You’ll get it tomorrow!” Grr.
I try not to comment on things that will get my ass in boiling unemployed water. But when y’all are deciding to make cuts, try not to assume the lesser beings will fill the shoes of the talented and dedicated ones that are gone. There ain’t no Command-Z-ing it.
Guess who’s already worked 36 hours and is now stuck in “showstopper” mode despite all my preparations because of it?