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 Hating the idiocy that is my job today...

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Sep 20, 2001
As sure as prisons are the models for a city
I nurture my need for oil and electricity
The bigger the need gets the more
that the people want a piece of that
And if the doors of perception were finally cleansed
I could take my place again
And my love the the world would be wild and pure
If not for this goddamn limiter
I pushed my limits to their sickening heights
And I can feel my heartbeat's pressure on the back of my eyes...

(Machines of Loving Grace, "The Limiter")


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Working at breakneck speeds to get things "good enough" for a hard and fast deadline to be met this weekend -- it's a do-or-die situation. Spending more time in meetings and less time getting things done. Purpose of one meeting today was to crucify ourselves by explaining why we'd not yet isolated the cause of a particular problem; the only item on the agenda was essentially to apologize profusely. (Bossman did the apologizing, thank God... I just had to explain what had been attempted to date and trotted out my diplomacy skills on cue again, just another dog-and-pony show.) That's yet another hour of my life I'll never get back.

Hit my limit after that meeting ended. Had a chat with La Princessa, telling her that the expectations are no longer acceptable, let alone achievable. If we can't get the time to do it right, is it reasonable to expect that we'll find the time to do it over? Let her know that burnout was beginning to take its toll; people are beginning to thinking about taking their time and attention elsewhere.

Attempting to change my attitude. I now realize that (a) it will not be perfect, and (b) with the people involved and the combined skill set/level of expertise, we can fix what breaks as we go.

I just resent the fact that I have to lower my standards and reward my employer for underhiring simultaneously.


dang... (5.00 / 1) (#1)
by motherfuckin spork on Thu Sep 20th, 2001 at 08:42:44 PM PST
do I work with you?

sounds terribly familiar...

please stress the "terribly" part.

I am not who you think I am.

How high (none / 0) (#2)
by TheReverand on Fri Sep 21st, 2001 at 06:12:14 AM PST
Could your standards be in the first place?

You listen to machines of loving grace for crying out loud.


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