Whenever I think of work, I get immensely depressed.
Cannot finish but die die must finish - that's the kind of expectation set.
WHICH, is completely unfair. Isn't it?
How long did we take in prior year? I'm quite sure the deadline wasn't so tight despite all the claims that this year is later.
Not freaking later!
I recall last year, close to v day, we were still doing depreciation reasonableness test.
YES. I remember very clearly. 4 am day?
People tell me work is tough and I should take it in my stride.
HELLO? I know work is tough. It's not called work for no reason.
Thing is, this kind of tough isn't normal. It is one-off and not in the usual course of business.
And I should be like "oh great! I should enjoy this!" ???
Obviously not.
Are you fucking out of your mind?
I regret not resigning.
Yup.
I am fucking out of my mind. Why didn't I quit?
The fact that I'm still around means I'm not unhappy enough.
I know I'm unhappy.
I hate that I can't take a break from it all.
I hate that I can't catch my breath and sleep easy even for a day.
I hate that I am at people's beck and call.
I hate that everything I do is subject to someone else's whims and fancies.
I hate that I'm supposed to finish everything and I can't have any help.
I hate that I'm supposed to be in the loop when no one thought to fill me in.
I hate that my time is wasted by useless conversations which lead nowhere.
I hate that I can't get a straight answer.
I hate that people give excuse after excuse in a bid to cover up their selfishness.
Why can't I complain? Why do people take issue that I keep complaining about my work?
It's really none of your fucking business.
It is a one-liner and doesn't flood your fucking timeline.
Hence, shut the fuck up.
You don't value-add.
It's too late now. It's never too late for anything but if you think strategic, it is too late.
1 whole fucking month.
That isn't the best deal at this juncture.
It's my own fault.
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