Skudd's Grumps

Used car dealership bureaucracy.

Yesterday I thought it was Friday. It was actually Thursday.

I have a major headache, my shoulder hurts, my hands hurt, and my back hurts.

Finding a crumb on your shirt, thinking it's from the Fiber One bar you just ate, and attempting to eat it, only to find that it was NOT part of that bar and tastes absolutely awful.

Traffic on 288.

Shopping for shoes.

I just really cheated at a hackerrank.com challenge.

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Self-signed SSL certificate authorizations expiring after I log in to authenticated systems.

My Macbook keeps crashing and forcing a restart.

So tired that I started off taking the wrong route to the office.

When you are going to present for a meeting, take 15 minutes well in advance of the meeting to verify that your machine can properly do the whole desktop sharing thing rather than waiting for your turn in the meeting and stalling the entire thing.

I totally forgot about getting ant treatment for the yard yesterday.

Which way the paper comes off the roll matters greatly when the toilet paper dispenser is the stacked roll style.

Monday.

Friday should not be this grumpy.

I have an ingrown hair on the back of my neck.

My back hurts.

I am quite tired.

My ribs hurt.

Expense reports.

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Jr didn't want to go to sleep last night at a reasonable time. I was up with him until about 2:30 when he fell asleep in my arms, then I couldn't get back to sleep until at least 3:00.

Someone on this conference call is working from home and their dog is whining in the background.

My oatmeal is cold.

The elevator smells like rotten apples.

They changed what kind of plastic spoons we have in the break room.

Restroom out of order.

Outdated vendor libraries with no supporting documentation available.

Headache.

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