#(dys)functional analysis

Drowning every day, but this sea won’t let me die; if tears were a deliverable I wouldn’t have to cry.

And I’m in shit with my timesheet, keeping upbeat on my six inch while I’m six feet. God, I’m buried.

Make that concrete, like my to-dos and these new shoes, put to good use

‘Cause I’m hook-deadline-sinking;

Whatever were they even thinking?

I mean come on, just look at me.

Ain’t no Miss Productivity

Prayin’ to Prometheus, same eagles on the call. Pretty sure my liver’s working harder than ‘em all.

And I’m done cooked, overly booked; wanting “well done” got me burnt out, agenda nuked.

How’d I get here? Hell I just fluked, call it hubris, like Icarus, and my hours.

‘Cause I’m burnt out and falling;

Whoever did they think they’re calling?

I mean come on, just look at me.

For the French Project Manager.

Who is just gonna mansplain at me and make me feel bad about my work and piss me off.

I need to do it even though I don’t want to because it’s literally my job.

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You ever read a fanfic and it’s just… too many small and inconsequential events after one another and then suddenly a chunk of real development is summarised in a single descriptive paragraph in order to justify a big character development or plot point, only to then immediately move on to the next set of teeth-grindingly inconsequential events getting a full-page spread?

The granularity is off. It’s like a badly described set of business processes, where the detail of one process is so fine-grained and low-level that the bigger picture of the business is entirely lost, and then the next process is described so abstract and high-level that it becomes entirely disconnected from functional reality, and these different degrees of abstraction are mixed up so you can’t even properly increase or decrease the level of detail over the whole.

Anyway.