Conversation today between my Juba friend and I (discussing an upcoming 5-year project):
N: If you stay here for five years I’ll slap you.
E: I’m just saying it’s job security.
N: True, but not sanity security.
Truer words, my friends, truer words.
Let’s just say the past few days have been eerily close to this:
I think I spent about 2 hours yesterday in that exact position and with that exact look on my face. Except there needs to be more head banging on the keyboard and silently weeping.