going down with the ship

while 99.9% of our loyal readers already know what it is that my blogmate and i do for a living, and while the few that don't probably don't care that much (or have already figured it out because, let's face it, we're pretty transparent)i think that i can preserve our (flimsy) cloak of anonymity and still dedicate some time and internet space to ranting about our profession and its current state of suckiness. again, as 99.9% of you are close personal friends of ours, you've probably already noticed that we're in foul moods these days, and if you've got any sense you're steering way clear of us... unless, of course, you are mb and can't really avoid the cranky or you are one of our colleagues and are just as miserable as we are.
at the end of the day, i suspect that things are seeming extra bad because our long, grueling hours of work all seem to for naught. it's bad enough that we're never seeing our beds or bed partners (or, in my case, failing to acquire bed partners), but our efforts are seeming increasingly futile. as my boss put it today, "we're basically rearranging deck chairs on the titanic." my blogmate describes it as soul sucking, my other boss just keeps saying, "my flight for fiji leaves in 20 minutes," and i keep scribbling the words "giant martini" on bits of paper and passing the notes to my coworkers.
however you want to describe it, it just ain't good.