I Wonder if Dobby Felt this Way?
I've been working exceptionally hard these last few days, and it should come as no surprise that it's a thankless, horrible job, but they saddled me with it and rather than drag it out, I want to get get this crap done, and move on. Unfortunately, this will probably mean that I'll be rewarded with even more horrible and distasteful work on this project in the future. I suppose on one had I should be happy that in these times I have a well-paying job in the financial sector. But I tell you this... I'd easily work for less to do something that wasn't as distasteful.
Even this place, a year ago, was a better place. But this Death March project that I'm being forced to be on is just draining my will to live. It's bad. But I'm trying my best to stay optimistic - tonight I'll get more than 4.5 hrs. sleep, and that will be a welcome relief.
I've got people looking, but so far nothing really exciting where the work is at least as interesting as this, and is a long-term commitment. No more short-term consulting jobs. I just sure hope this horrible crap is over soon.