I hate the way you give me anxiety bordering on a breakout of hives.
I hate the way you’ve made me call the heavily accented lady at the help desk (is she the only one who answers or is it just fate giving me her each time???) three times before noon with my stupid questions.
I hate that even if I put in my best effort, I’m not entirely sure I’m going to build a website that’s anything more than the equivalent of a messy crayon drawing obviously done by a slow child.
I hate that real experts cost thousands and thousands of dollars and often don’t deliver that much more than what I could have cobbled together myself and yet leaves me feeling totally dependent on them should catastrophe strike.
I hate that it’s snowing (not your fault, but maybe it is in some kind of extended global warming sort of way.)
I hate that I keep wishing I was rich and could make this somebody else’s problem.
I hate that of I’m the ‘technically savvy’ half of the new business venture I’m part of, because that basically means we’re doomed, at least technically speaking.
I hate that it’s 1pm, and I’m still in my bathrobe, and I’ve already cried twice, and I’ve done nothing for three hours but work on setting up this website and ultimately achieved what an expert probably would have pulled off in fifteen minutes.
I hate celery.
I hate waiting in long lines.
I hate shoveling.
I hate feeling incompetent.
I hate being stuck: literally, figuratively, and metaphorically.
I hate waiting.
I hate not knowing.
I hate how I get in my own way.
I hate whiners.
I hate that I’m whining.
And yet…oddly enough…I actually feel rather better, so I suppose I’ll stop my whining now and knock off a few other items on the to do list, and wait to see if the DNS server changes I made were actually done correctly. And, with any luck, I’ll continue my tortoise and the hare (me being the tortoise) progress and have something to show you in a few days.
Slow and steady wins the race, right?
We shall see…