It's Friday and I am finally back at work and lo and behold, there is yet another change being laid down by my company president. The thing is, I'm no longer even blaming him. He's a man who is completely uninterested in the finer details or the logistics of things - he thinks in general concepts and philosophies and expects others to work out the logistics. Which sorta makes sense - I mean, we're the ones working the operations end of things, right? But his ideas get passed down to the vice president and she interprets them - often miscommunicating a whole bunch of stuff in the bargain - for the product development and client service folks. Not helpful. And of course, neither of them is actually in today to deal with this or address these new issues. The pres just decided this at home on Monday when his daughter (who is a telecommuter) asked him a random question about our new program.
And kerflooie. With two work days left before the new year - and thus the deadline - I'm rewriting yet again.
Actually, I have decided to go on a work strike for the day. I'm sitting at my desk, staring at my computer, and typing stuff, but fuck work. If I can't do the damn project right, I'm not doing it at all.
For now, at least.