fuck this job.com

Last night I was lying awake in bed and the perfect description of my current job experience came to me...

My job feels like being forced to sit in my own shit for 8 hours a day.

For some reason, being able to put it this way seems helpful. I am forced to work with substandard software and nobody will permit me to fix the problem, because nobody cares, I can't get anyone's attention no matter how hard I try, and everyone else seems perfectly happy to sit in THEIR own shit until it starts stinking (well, it already stinks, but they apparently can't smell it). Just having a way to describe my own feelings to myself seems comforting.

Well, the blown-off meeting? Never happened on Friday either. So I responded to that by e-mailing someone else in the company I know, and getting some information on software development that might prove useful if my stupid boss ever gets interested in the problem again.

I also have to think up some other proactive step to take, to get around them, if I start getting pissed off at them on Monday when we have our useless "departmental meeting" where nothing that relates to my work ever gets discussed. I refuse to sit in my own shit any longer.