fuck you, you fucking fuck

Well, my two weeks of being in a relatively good mood is over.

I'm back, bay-bee!!

Today was utter hell. First, from my earlier post, there was the spur-of-the-moment dog-and-pony show for Mr. President and his bimbo marketing twat. That demonstration went off horribly. First, the fucking thing didn't work right. Then, when I tried to do it a second time, I broke the damned thing. Fucking great.

Then I hear rumors that Mr. President had a side conversation with our sales dude, and is not pleased with our pace on this project. He has even offered an unspecified financial bonus (verbal, not written) if we can pick up the pace and go above and beyond. I have worked as a consultant a long, long time. My experience is that NO CLIENT is happy with the pace of a project EVER. Faster, faster, faster, they always want it sooner. It's because they're excited. It is the job of the project manager to say to the client, "Slow down, this is the absolutely fastest the project can go. Here are some reasons... We're moving ahead about 1000% faster than your internal team would have. Etc., etc., etc." My boss? You guessed it. Instead of pushing back on the client, he pushes on me to go faster. What the fuck? I've never seen anything like this...

Needless to say, I am in a very dark place today. I have had motivation problems on this job before, but today? Today, I have lots of motivation to fix up my resume and start circulating it.