Some days, it's pretty tough to work up even a teeny, tiny bit of caring for the work that an engineer does. This is one of those days. On days such as these, I will go through the motions. I move lines around on the screen much like any other day. And I listen intently to the myriad of complaints and concerns on the work that I clearly fucked up on. But I don't care. There is no passion to my line moving. There is no more than a polite smile for the jagoffs deriding my work. Getting angry would mean I cared on some level. But I don't.
So, on days such as these, while I'm drafting away, I may notice certain errors on drawings. Nothing important. Nothing consequential. But it's wrong. And I know it. I should fix it. But I don't. Each of the drawings gets reviewed by every member of the engineering office before they get released so I roll the dice that they're lacking any real passion to check prints. Similar to how I lacked any real passion to update the drawings.
So we'll see how it goes. I imagine some of the items may get caught. And some might go by unnoticed. I don't care.