I'm sick and tired of the Big Secret Project at the Skunk Works. Not only has the technical side been [long, bitter description roughly paralleling ancient Chinese inscriptions about the unrightous being rewarded while the decent folk are stiffed, deleted] something of a cock-up and a bit of a Heath Robinson, the hours have become unseemly long.
Yeah, I get paid. But the time? That, I'll never get back.
Workin' again tomorrow. Bah.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
2 hours ago