Sysiphus
It’s 11:32 pm on a Friday night, and I’m still up working on optimising an install of the referral app for some demo that Chafye has to do. Apparently the demo is happening at a location that does not have net access. All is not terribly grim - I try to have a life. I managed to skip out for a few hours and have dinner w/ some friends at an Asian restaurant around the corner, but still, it sucks that I am still working at 11:33 on a Friday night.
What is really depressing is that Chafye is surely not working at this hour either, and in the morning he will probably not have enough time to pull it together, or he’ll just decide to do something else. Or more likely, his manager will decide for him. So this is all futile.
I guess we all have our own purgatory in which our sores may fester. We do the best we can. One of my friends used to call me the Chris-Christ, ’cause he said I had a Christ complex (carrying the burdens of the world on my shoulders, and being fairly sanctimonious about it). I think a better metaphor is Sysiphus - I’m damned to carry the rock of programming up the hill, almost reaching the peak, when something causes me to roll back to the bottom. For example, I finally got my main patient record app to a useful point, was ready to get caught up on other tasks, and then another member of my team shits on me, bringing me down to the bottom. And then another project manager (actually, a client) comes up with an impossible deadline from a donor (for Monday). And then the referral app rears its head, and I slip even lower.
Well, it’s the weekend in 6 minutes, so I guess life ain’t so bad 
