Just the title. I’ve been pulling some crazy all-nighters and I’m absolutely exhausted, and I’m remembering a time when I could comfortably say “fuck off” without any mixed feelings. Now I feel some perverse responsibility to kill myself for our project and I kind of hate myself for it.
Definitely not all large companies are like this. The large company I worked for supplied us with enough hours you could barely call it a skeleton crew.
And god forbid someone called out, you would become a week behind in one day.