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damn it all to hell
Machine is apparently not easily fixable. Rob is mad... I can tell. He's not said anthing, but it's easy to see he's not happy about it. Life is unfair. No matter how many times it gets thrown in my face, I somehow still refuse to get it. And I hate it. Now I really want to cry. I cant help feeling that this time I *really* fucked up somewhere and I don't think I can fix it. And I know this is turning into a bigger deal than it ought to be but more is at stake here than just me. Other people's work depended on this and here I went and quiet possibly messed it up entirely. Why am I such a screw up at life sometimes??? Just once I'd like to know why. I look like shit, I feel like shit... and here I thought it was going to be a good week. I doubt it. Not if it started with this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Now excuse while I go back to sitting at the desk and trying not to burst into tears...
Now excuse while I go back to sitting at the desk and trying not to burst into tears...
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you did nothing except what you were told to do, the machine is stupid and finiky and likes making people mad (cause remember that it did this before when you weren't even there).
now, step one: smile!!
step two: don't worry, be happy (sing with me here)
step three: look at your pretty wall scroll and do fun things.
step four: feel all better!
good work.
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phil + digcamera = sssccaarryy
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*huggles wall scroll* okie. all better!
Yeah, what they said.
I guess I'm a little late on this?
Look like shit? You? NEVER!
Heheh, that reminds me of a friend of mine who was feeling really bad and stated that she felt like "hammered dog shit".
I hope things get better for you sweetie. TTYL
Re: Yeah, what they said.
Just by a day or so. It's all good I suppose.