I'm so stressed at work these days that I'm dreaming about database tables (when I'm not dreaming about real estate transactions, but more on that later). My subconscious mind is evidently trying to make up for a lack of reliable, complete technical documentation, and it's doing a pretty poor job if you ask me -- but then again, Mademoiselle is still waking up a minimum of twice a night, so there's constant interruption; my conscious mind can hardly work under such conditions, either. It wouldn't bug me so much if it didn't feel so thankless. My current project isn't considered to be of much importance to anyone. Maybe I'm pessimistic. But to judge from the resources and money not being thrown at it, or being actively removed from it, I have to suspect.
"It's like they want a BMW, but all they'll pay for is a Twingo," I lamented to my boss this afternoon. The Twingo is the tiniest Renault, one of the class of cars affectionately referred to as "yogurt pots" in France.
"Well, they both can drive, what more do you want?" my boss answered with a shrug.
"OK, let me rephrase that: they want a BMW, but all they'll pay for is an hour of Velib'." Velib is Paris' rental bicycle system.
"I'd rather have Velib' myself," a colleague chimed in.
"Much more ecological," my boss asserted.
"Better way to get exercise!" my colleague added.
I'll start pedaling, I guess.