I really hate when you allegedly screw up near the end of your shift because the office printer started spitting out pages of error reports in biblical proportions just a moment after an possibly ill-considered undertaken action on your part and you don't have time to fix it ..... (and you're not even positive if it's an actual problem and if your contemplated fix is the properly accepted fix or if it's just you in sheer panic mode) ..... and you know the-powers-that-be don't want to pay you overtime to stay and fix things so you hurriedly compose an email for the morning crew, hoping that they can comprehend what the hell you're talking about and correct the error before it causes actual issues and problems ..... and you just sit there in your final moments (of the shift) swearing profusely at yourself for being so stupid ..... when just less than twenty-four hours earlier, with what you thought was 100% total conviction, you told a co-worker that it was your goal to be happy for every remaining moment of your work career and now that's all shot to hell.
...... And then from home after a night of restlessness you check your email in the morning and the boss says everything looks OK. All that fuming, fussing and fretting it appears for nothing.
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