I really don’t. 15 yoe in this dev world that made me who I am, shaped my personality, from A to Z, extremely appreciative blah blah blah. But I mean it.

I don’t care if you have an electrician coming over, your daughters recital, your mom is arriving at the airport, product’s boss’s boss is coming over, QE needs a knowledge transfer session on how to use Postman, I really don’t. I’m okay; I’m fine, you do you.

Not gonna meet the deadlines? I’m fine, just don’t tell me on Day 9 of a 10 day sprint that it’s gonna take another 4 sprints, it’s okay.

Don’t know how to debug within vscode? It’s fine. Wanna go to an ng-conf…in Amsterdam? I don’t care; just send me an email with 3 bullet points; I’ll approve.

My toilet started to act up last night. Wife just kept on going on and on and on. Woke up this morning to the wife going on and on and on and on, it wasn’t even 7 AM yet. Ughhhhh.

All I wanted to do was, leave work at 4 so I could get to Home Depot, pick up a valve seal for the toilet and have it fixed before my wife got home.

But noooooo!!!!!!! These fucktards knew I wanted to leave at 4, but no, let’s walk over to his desk, and ask him to explain why the logger is writing test logs to prod (it wasn’t).

Fakkkkkk!!!!!! I’m fuming. I’m miserable, pathetic, and angry.

Mods, delete this, ban me, anything goes on. I’m fine. I don’t care. I tried venting to my friend, apparently he can’t talk to me, “ummm, I’m having dinner with the family right now”. Go suck a lemon Pete, screw you.

Sorry, I’m not usually like this but I gotta get this off of my chest. Uggghhhh; look at what I wrote. Horrible. Everything. I’m going to sleep now and will act like nothing happened. I’ve also had a few drinks.

/con/con