Left work at 9pm today. So much going on there’s just not enough time or not enough me. My partner’s stressed too. We have so much promise, not enough capable people.
It reminds me of that State sketch where the Sargeant’s in a foxhole in the middle of a battle with a bunch of soldiers and says, “Let’s move out!” and one guy goes, do you mean me, Sarge? He says, yes, you too. Let’s move out.
And another guy goes, me too, Sarge? And he goes, yes you too. All of us.
Another guy asks if he’s going too and the Sargeant says everyone, every single person, everyone is moving out. Then he yells let’s go and charges out of the foxhole, but everyone else just sits there. There’s a long beat, then someone goes, where did Sarge go?
That’s how it feels sometimes.