Sitting at work this evening, I find myself wondering about the human cost of working long hours.
We're approaching a deadline for a client project, and I can understand the need to put in the extra hours, but being hump day today, I find myself wishing I was at home. For the 2nd day, I've been denied the chance to play with my daughter. (Everyone else is single or has grown up kids.) In fact, other than crawling into bed beside my wife, I haven't seen or talked to her much in the past two days.
Right now, I'm sitting waiting for the testing team to 'find me something to fix'. Could take two minutes, could take an hour. May not even happen.
I want to go home. And sleep. But I still need to water the garden if it's going to survive tomorrow. And my neighbours garden while he's on holiday.