Rhetorical Question

It's my birthday today. I'm at work, sitting in an all-hands meeting for a team I might be transferring out of soon.

I could have gone for lunch with my friends. But I'm here, listening to droning managers and eating cardboard pizza.

What the hell is wrong with me ?

It's a misplaced sense of duty, that which has kept me working this sweatshop job for far too long, tolerating the insufferable cut-throat business tactics that left us working insane hours to meet an impossible schedule that could never be slipped under any circumstance. I'm not sure why I have such a sense of obligation to a team that has systematically chewed up its software testers and spit them out, but that is my life as it is right now.

I find out within the next few days if I have been granted my internal transfer.

Perhaps, this new group will be deserving of my loyalty and dedication. I sincerely hope so.