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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