Waiting on the week to end

I've had better weeks.

Aside from the obvious, the past few days haven't been too bad, and in the grand scheme of things everything is more or less ok. But it's not been much fun. This was the week when my project at work, the one I affectionately nicknamed "The Never Ending Project Of Doom" and that I've been sporadically working on for around the past 20 months, ended. It should have made me happy that it all went rather well at the last. But it hasn't. Even without the recent hubbub I'm not sure how I would have felt about it. A little deflated I suspect. As opposed to the lot deflated that I'm feeling now.

I just don't see much of a future for the company right now. I know that shouldn't really bother me, since I only seen myself remaining there for a little while longer. But it does. Whilst before I could imagine the company somehow surviving and mayhap even thriving, now I just see it sailing ever closer to the end of the world, soon to drop off the edge into nothingness. I don't find it an especially happy thought.

I'm not certain how I feel about the fruit of my last three years labours vanishing before me. Much of what appears on the internet is transient, so it shouldn't surprise me that anything I've worked on will eventually fade away or be replaced - much of my work has been to make the work of others before me redundant after all. And whilst I may not see the result of my efforts survive, I can still take pride in what I've managed to achieve and the experience I've gained that brought it to bear.

Experience that I trust to fate will be made use of again.