I love how now that I've gotten everything my work needs me to do done already, way ahead of schedule, everything will still be fucking late because literally every single entity not immediately under my control dropped the fucking ball
And not just fucking late, literal weeks late. I'm not being blamed for this, but fuck that does not even marginally lower my stress regarding this because now I still have to fucking rush things.
I am so sick of rushing things. I am so fucking sick of things not just being ready on time. I am so sick of feeling like shit because I literally cannot remember the last time something I worked on wasn't getting fucking delayed by something.
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