So vw, are you home?
I am now. I ran and got the movie and our dry cleaning. Do you need something?
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So vw, are you home?
I am now. I ran and got the movie and our dry cleaning. Do you need something?
Was it here that I first used the word "stresscore?"
Because, indeed, today has been stresscore. And it all started with the most disturbing dream I've ever had in my life.
OMG make the stupid STOP.
I fucked something up with my databse import script and FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT and I am irrationally upset at myself right now. I wish I could, like, take shit in stride and not FUCKING BREAK DOWN when I fuck up seemingly irretrivably.
I mean I'm just sitting here hating my stupid sorry ass self.
Breath, Nora. You're not going to be able to figure it out when you're that upset. Can you step away from your desk for a minute?
It's pretty much the end of the day, my boss said I should leave it till tomorrow.
I am sure it will get fixed. If I have to start form scratch, then that's not too terrible an option. (though I would like to know how I got myself into this mess)
But the panic and anger and stress and fear when I get into situations like this, it's mindblowing and horrifying to me.
btdt
It'll be ok, Nora. You can figure it out or start fresh tomorrow. I understand the panic and stress. Your boss is right. Dealing with it tomorrow is a better idea.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
From at least two of us.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
That's what I'm afraid of. But I think I'll be OK once I leave.
It's not undoable. I just am tearing my hair out because I don't know what I did in the first place.
I'll better be able to look at the scripts tomorrow.