At some point, resources are stretched so thin, they either snap or quality suffers. That is one of the thoughts that run through my head as I sit down for the 5th straight night to try and push even on the amount of work that's left to be done.
I think that's the thing about being an adult. There's really no one to say, "Hey, dammit! Wanna help me out here?" As one of the more annoying phrases that the business morons toss about, "You have to own the problem." Ok, fine. I own the problem.
Anyone wanna buy it? Cheap. I'll even toss in a fortune cookie or something.