I was having a good day, the kind of day when you make real progress in your work and you can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. And then I had a meeting with my manager and he asked me for two things tomorrow morning.
My dearest colleague-slash-friend, Bill, also started his day out well and saw things rapidly go downhill, with arsonist emails (people who purposefully create situations that require fire fighting) and his boss changing their core strategy - yet again - on a conference call where he made impossible promises to senior managers. Easy for the boss to promise, not so easy for Bill to do all the work.
So we decided to have a CBS (Coffee Bitch Session) together.
As we got into the elevator I couldn't help but sigh.
I asked Bill: "Do you think those penniless-artist-types are happier than us? I bet they are...."
"Yes" he replied, "but they have to clean their own toilets."
And that is why we do this corporate crap.