That moment when you’ve had enough of both Tummy-ache Twins … fought half the afternoon with White Comic Sans on a White Banner … and then the project you worked on for the entirety of MLK Day (a scheduled day off) gets delayed for two weeks.
I want to form a soccer team. But I don’t need balls, since I’m apparently the only one who has my own. I’m using heads instead.
I typed that line today about my other Tummy-ache Twin. These boys sure do keep things interesting. No wonder I have anxiety.
Nothing else to see here. Carry on. I just lost minutes of my life because of this crap.
That moment when one of your Tummy-ache Twins emails at 5 am to say they didn’t feel like doing the project that’s due the night before and it’s on you as usual.
You can’t even be mad because at least they bothered to talk to you this time around.
I’m not sure what’s worse: Having a pinhead who shows up and can’t do jack, or having someone be wildly competent if and when they make an appearance.
I think I’ll take a star any day. Just not today when three major things are due.