Next Time, Get Hercules

I feel like I've just finished counting all the rocks in Wales.

In a way it is refreshing, after working for a long time on a project which wasn't moving very fast, to start, thresh out, and complete a mammoth task in a comparatively short space of time.

Short compared to the amount of time you'd think you'd need to do what I've just done, that is.

Ah, obfuscation.
Nonetheless, after two years of working to task under government-procrastination, and before that being a great user of the universal get-out, 'This Is What We Would Have Done, If We Had More Time' - a personal favourite in my own short jaunt through Academia, I have just completed something enormous.
On time.
And not crap.
I'm not sure I could do it again.
Putting modesty to one side for a moment, I think my employers were lucky to get me, because I don't think that even a hypothetically unemployed Hercules would cruise craigslist for work.