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The internet in my house is really slow lately. The internet at work is crushingly slow. I amt yping this blind because the screen isn’c tcauth up. Caught up. Christ.
It’s just. It feels like a metaphor. Or something. No images load. I scroll and scroll, and it’s blank boxes, on my computer or on mobile.
Our database got corrupted, at work, in a power outage, two weeks ago. We haven’t been working right since then. eBay banned us from listing new items because we had “duplicate listings”, because we were selling the same model of filter in multiple sizes. (What the fuck, eBay. They’re not the same thing. if you need a 49mm filter you can’t just buy the 43mm size. I know that’s only one digit difference but it matters, bro.) We maybe have the database working again but we had to throw out a literal decade of data to do it, and there’s no net improvement– it’s still the same barely-functional laggy buggy system that doesn’t really do what we need. After two weeks of agony (most of which I wasn’t present for, because I am a lucky fucker and also powerless so what would be the point).
And like. Since our system is down and we’re doing everything manually, our shipments have been slow, so our approval rating on Amazon (which is another automated system with no human oversight) has gone down, so we’re getting fewer orders, so– that’s the way you spiral down to death, in this online age. There’s no appeal, it’s an automated system.
It’s just one damn thing after another. And I pinched a nerve in my shoulder. So it’s just. Ugh. It only hurts if I move unwisely but it’s kind of impossible to really predict what’s gonna do it, so I’m like, 89% fine, 11% STABBING AGONY, no big deal. It’s not poor me, it’s just I feel like nothing works and I’m stuck. So there’s that.
In times like that, though, I get a lot of writing done. I wish I’d finished at least one of the really juicy threesomes I’m working on to put up as a distraction on this Day of National Despair, but I didn’t, so. I have a great many stories about 5/6ths done, and nothing to show for it.
