I'm cursed or something, I swear I must be.
MY EIGHTEEN HUNDRED DOLLAR, TWO-WEEK OLD PRINTER NEEDS SERVICE?!
You have got to be shitting me.
I can't even print out freaking return address labels to finish these goddamned orders.
I am so pissed off. I am so ready to crawl into a hole and say YOU WIN. I GIVE UP.
I mean, what the hell? Did I screw someone in a previous life? What did I do to deserve this crappy, endless-feeling streak of bad luck? I work hard and try to live my life in a karmically responsible fashion... where is this coming from? Why ME? Can't I get a piece of equipment that won't crap out in a month? Or go two weeks without a family member dying? Or get a BREAK from the little green gods of webcode? Or heck, how about a nod - just a nod! - from the gods of hiring a reliable service.
There's humor here, I KNOW there is, but it is getting harder and harder to find it...
