I often feel like a mechanic that has been dropped into the pits of the Indianapolis 500 but only given a hammer and a screwdriver to get the job done.
My machines are slow. I could be so much more productive with a wireless network and a laptop. But those are simple and solvable. The real challenges come in the form of power outages. Just as I’m about to press the send button on an email I’ve spent 10 minutes on, I hear a boom and our house blacks out. A bit later the same thing. Now I’m trying to rush through some stuff and the cat climbs into my lap and starts shoving my hands with her head and licking me. Not cute when the veins in my neck are pulsing.
Those of course are simply a couple of very specific examples. If only it didn’t feel like karma was fighting me constantly.
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