That Moment...

I'm just glad I didn't have to clean up the whole lot for once. The carers did the bed and the mess she made in the bathroom.

 

That moment when the coworker who invited you to the haiku page starts inviting other coworkers and your boss....
now its lost its appeal...

 

Moderately amusing, dunno why the uploader ran it twice though. Monetization?

 

TMW the first thing you do after coming home from hospital is to pack an emergency bag should you ever end up back in hospital.

 

That moment when you can't get the power cord plugged in to your computer and you think to yourself, "I really don't have a lot of practice putting things in holes." And then you stare internally for a few minutes and wonder when you lost your innocence.

 

In my little patch of globe we have the word hølvant, which means "used to holes/experienced in the ways of holes; competent therewith; capable of interacting with holes in an advanced manner". It's a source of much merriment whenever someone, say, fails to insert a USB.

 

"That's not the USB port!!!!"

 

The word is intended to refer explicitly to orifices of an erotic/sexual nature/utility, but we've found ways to repurpose it.

 

Everybody knows you're suppose to use an RJ-45
if you're going to have a LAN party.

 

... you realise the joy derived from treating yourself to something from amazon, eBay etc, ends approximately 10 minutes after taking delivery and opening it. My Olympus E-PL1 arrived this morning, and now I'm like, meh.

 

TMW you're glad you never tried tinder.

 

might be worth it for the pig.

 

Yeah maybe...Master @Iain Aschendale could teach me
the art of making bacon.

 

Tmw you were humming the same song all evening, and you turn on Pandora Radio to get in the mood to write.... And that same song from your thoughts is the first song to start playing

"Children" by Robert Miles

 

TMW you expected the roofer to show at 2ish, after being warned
they would show in 2-3 hrs at a bit past 11am. Dude shows up at
at 5:10 pm, and you resist the urge to tell the contractor he is way
bloody late on his own time frame.

 

A contractor is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely kind of just after he finally gets around to it.

 

Being a contractor, I have my pride and show when I say I will.
Don't think many would accept the Gandalf excuse.

 

TMW you realize that life, the universe, and everything is/are they way it/they is/are and has/have never been nor ever will be magically transformed by anything you think or wish or want it/them to be.

 

TMW you're going about your morning and the first app you check is Tiktok and you begin to wonder how you're life has come to this.