You’re probably wondering (or could care less) why I haven’t been blogging. As hard to believe as it might be – or maybe it’s not hard to believe at all – we’ve had a setback at the so-called “Client Who Shall Remain Nameless”. Without going into details, what everyone assumed had been completed wasn’t completed. And there are a lot of fingers being pointed at various folks because of it, including, of course, yours truly. So now, over the holiday, I have my team having to do a whole bunch of stuff I thought we were done and gone with.

Got called on the carpet by one of the bigwigs asking when all of this will end. Told him I didn’t know. Don’t think he was too happy. Heads are starting to roll over the mistakes that have been made. My boss’s boss got his walking papers yesterday. My own boss? He’s keeping his distance. Not exactly the tact I would take, but I honestly don’t care anymore. I don’t think they’ll come after me, but if they do I really don’t give a sh*t – let life play out the way it has to. I’ll go with whatever fate decides. There are more important things to worry about – like, can I discipline myself to take 3/4 swings, keep my lower body quiet, and finish up on my back foot big toe.

Thing is, I was one of the loudest voices back in November telling all the clowns managing the project that it wasn’t ready to implement. They were asking me for answers to questions. I told them not only didn’t I have the answers to their questions, I didn’t even know all the questions yet. And after all this time my team is the equivalent to the Ebola virus while everyone and every other dick-head in upper management who allowed this fiasco to happen (well, as of today, minus one) is allowed to skate.

Keep in mind I’ve been living this fiasco day in, day out for more than eight months. Eight months! I can’t help but think there will comee a time when I’m laying in some hospital bed, old and withered, wondering when the dick-head who is supposed to change my bed pan will ever get off his iPhone (or whatever they are using at the time) and what I could have been doing during these eight months instead of being on this miserable, never-ending chain gang.