I get to go to work on Saturday, to complete portions of a job that no one knows are missing, other than me. The project, from inception to implementation, is destined to fail, and I and my group will be severally and jointly blamed when that occurs. In the unlikely event it succeeds, our group will get zero credit.
Still, I soldier on.
To thine own self be true.
-k-
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