Dilbert

The following from Dilbert cartoon sums up my life in the past few weeks (was not able to copy the cartoon in, but still):

- As usual, I worked until midnight last night, Mom.
- Well, at least you made some extra money.
- I don't get paid overtime.
- Well, at least it was important work.
- Not really. My boss made me change my "powerpoint" slides, but the changes make them worse.
- Well, at least you are prepared for your meeting.
- It was canceled. But that's ok because the project isn't funded anyway.
- So you worked for free to worsen a presentation for a meeting that won't happen for a project that doesn't exist?
- Yup.
- Oh, you must be in law.

The upside is that my colleague M., who was here with me last week until 5 in the morning doing work that was about as meaningful as Dilbert's above, is the one who sent me this the next day. With that we crossed a boundary and I now finally have my one true co-commiserator (is that a word?), which is the most solid foundation of a friendship at a law firm. The ability to freely and honestly bitch about the absurdity and meaninglessness of what we do is priceless. For everything else I have my Mastercard, which lest I forget (!), I only have thanks to this absurd job.