Cassandra

I didn't want the job. It was foisted upon me and like someone who gets tossed a grenade, I caught it like an idiot.

It's not my area, it encroached on tasks of higher priority, took weeks of abortive "teaching" for me to even execute the objective. Then I got a pat on the back and a "You'll figure it out."

Months passed. I still didn't understand what I was doing, but I sure as hell could refine the process. I got faster at it. Everyone else forgot about it until there was a hiccup. Then another.

Then the piano fell out of the sky when I realized the system was unsustainable.

Of course, I alerted all authorities on the matter. My prediction was ignored.

Then came the crash, and I dutifully reported it with grinding teeth. But that wasn't the end of it. Oh no.

Now they are asking me how to fix it. Me. With no credentials or expertise. Like it's my fault I was handed a broken machine to put band-aids on when it fucked up.

Wake up call: I. Can't. Fix. It.

Don't know how. Don't care. Not my problem.

End rant.