Working at my new job - seven straight days of escalating disaster. Every temporary recovery met with yet another crippling new insight, each small victory or path forward beset by yet another revelation that adds yet more layers of complexity to the problem we're trying to solve.
Everything we thought we knew (for almost a year) called into question - our foundational assumptions revealing themselves to be false, or at least in deeply question. Really really smart people calling me and the only other guy on my team absolute fucking retards.
"We're fucked, it's over."
I could see it in his eyes, and he could see it in mine. It's happened so many times I started keeping a spreadsheet.
Then again, we're not dead yet.
Not even close, motherfuckers.
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Bret Easton Ellis