The Fed cut interest rates today (one friend's comment about Bernanke: "What a fucking pussy"), so say goodbye to the dollar. And we're not done unraveling yet; I'm doing some reading to see if there's any way I can at least hedge against massive dollar inflation, if not keep myself solvent during a global economic collapse.

Work is...worrying. I'm very concerned that I'm overcommitted for the coming two months, which would kind of suck, because there's not really anyone else to dump the work on, which means either I become focused and superproductive for an extended period--which does happen, though not usually when I'm feeling this burnt out--or the schedule slips.

On the bright side, I like the new director. I'm not as positively supportive of his asskicking as I could be, because, well, I've been here a while, and other people have attempted asskicking before. I've also discovered a lot of burnout energy--sadness and anger--over being forced to implement the wrong solution for something a few months ago. The Architect exclaimed that no, we couldn't do it this way, and hand-waved an explanation of some obscure Oracle thing that he claimed would happen all the time. When asked for references or documentation, he said, "It's so bad, no one even talks about it or considers doing it." The VP of Engineering said that the engineers and the Architect had to come to an agreement, but refused to make the Architect support his position. Faced with months of dragged-out arguing, which I was going to lose because the head of my organization was hanging me out to dry and forcing me to prove a negative, I gave up and implemented the thing we have today. Which the company will depend on. Which is not the best possible solution. Being unwilling to take full responsibility for my work is one of the worst feelings I've ever had. It departs from fundamental principles of how I conduct myself. I'm trying to let this go and take it as a lesson for next time, but I'm not sure I can let it go and still work here.