Another day, another inane request to have internal service running in staging conform to 5 (five!) nines of reliability. #fuckouttahere
I'd rather break my back hand-stacking fifty pallets of the heaviest bags of concrete mix than talk to you for ten seconds, you crusty, insufferable, incompetent Karen. #CoworkerProblems #FuckOuttaHere

DAY 1

Twitter Friend: Gee, twitter is falling apart.

Me: Yeah, I'm over on something called Mastodon now

DAY 2

Twit: I don't think I can't take much more of twitter like this.

Me: Yeah, Mastodon doesn't make a lot of sense yet, but it's clearly a better social experience.

DAY 3

Twit: Okay, fuck this, I deactivated my twitter account and am making the move to, where is it you went?

Me: Twitter. I went to Twitter.

#MyPrecious #FuckOuttaHere

i love how socks with sandals are a-oh-fuckin-kay, but me in JUST socks is a problem #fuckouttahere