Somedays the meter maids wait until you have that last nerve to give before you turn into a total wreck and then they decide to give you your 3 ticket of the week. Today is one of those days.
You start to question the sense of building things that don’t mean anything. People who care so much about building little pieces of nothing, that they will sacrifice you on the altar of their unbending gant chart. Vapor deadlines come and go for products that may never see the light of day and you wish to be out in the day and not merely caught up in the minutes.