it's over. move to somnia.

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(Yep, Still Working.)

For about a week now (40 hours billed time!), I've been working on a PowerPoint® presentation summarizing a report on the natural resources and hazards in [Local Government We're Contracted with (hint: rhymes with "bumbled flounty")]. I'm pretty sure I could have had most of it (excluding the figures I have yet to receive from the graphics department*) done in two days, but I keep getting distracted and not-working. (It's the whole Impending Freedom thing, I'm sure.)

The thing is, I could just turn it in as-is and not have to have it hanging over me any more. Knowing my boss, one of two things will happen: regardless of how it looks, he'll accept it graciously and I'll never see it again (because he loves it as-is or because he will shuffle it off to someone else to finish; makes no difference to me)...or regardless of how it looks, he'll scribble comments (change this, add that, delete this, etc.) all over it--per his whim--and I'll just do what I'm told. The key is that it doesn't matter how well I put it together...he'll just do whatever he does, regardless.

Yet I can't pass it on to him until I'm absolutely satisfied with it--even though my name will never be linked to it, and after two weeks or so, it will never again be looked at. Blah blah blah, whose priorities are misplaced...who cares? I'm leaving.


*which absolves me of anything resembling a deadline, of course
peachy as always, Mike at 9:08 PM