I ought to be happy, maybe bouncing around the room with unrestrained glee. But all I'm feeling is the dead end wall of a series of exhausting but pointless events. Apparently, life can't make up its mind whether to end my day bringing me down or cheering me on. In the end both sides cancelled out and all I managed was an anticlimactic blah.
Not wanting to sound ungrateful -- I'd rather my day end up like this than having it end with me in bed in a state of near catatonia. I guess all in all I'm just glad this day is over.
Work was tough as hell, and I think I'm beginning to understand what management is feeling. If we don't perform well, the client might just pull out from the company. As a matter of fact, I think the client is tightening our leash and letting us dangle out onto the edge, what with all the work that's been happening. To say things are looking mighty tremulous is an understatement. We're not only in danger of losing our client, we might also be in danger of losing our jobs.
Sigh. All this worry and it's only been two weeks since I started working with the company! I admit, this was not part of my short term plan, being here, now. But since I'm already here, now, I might as well do what I do best. Wing it.
