This damn job is killing me. I die a little each day.
Albert Einstein said “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing twice and expecting different results.” That’s my job. That’s my boss. I want to grab him by the shoulders like Scarlett O’Hara and shake him. No kiss afterwards for sure. He sports a pornstache.
Every day he will say, “well we used to do it this way.”
Really? How did that work for you? In the hole 200k? Bankruptcy looming like a frog fart?
Shoot me now.
On the brighter side…My interview with the new company is tomorrow. Cross your fucking fingers.