I’m ready to explode.

Freelance lady is giving me tips on how to better “balance” the space.

My laundry got tied in a huge fucking knot somehow. I may have lost a bra to the fiasco. 10 minutes to get it all apart.

Laptop at work decided to freak out on me.

Almost broke in to tears at my work meeting today. I just don’t fucking care. It’s nearly impossible for me to quit at this point. They depend on me and I need the money.

I got home and these goddamn QA testers are telling me how to do my job. “Implement a Javascript if statement to determine if text has been entered.” Listen, little bastard, I’ll tell YOU how to solve the issue. Prick, we’re not using JS for validation.

I’m venting here to hopefully prevent me writing some sarcastic response to the QA jerk. I hate the word “should.” Come to think of it, my boss at work uses that all the time. When you’re talking to someone about something that is not your area of expertise and it IS theirs, never say SHOULD. ugh, ugh. I need to fucking punch something.

And to top things off, the site is going live without ever testing it on the new host’s server. Fucking beautiful.