Yeah… I fucked up, Annie. I fucked up big time. I wrote a couple articles that I thought were interesting about a friend’s new boss, who was fine with them. And then it turned out, not so much. So now the friend is looking at getting demoted, after they’ve spent years geting to where they are. They worked their way up to a demanding but rewarding position, without even a college degree (started college, quit to support spouse, life happened and they never got back) in an organization where you can’t get a job emptying trash without a bachelor’s (slight exaggeration, but not by much, alas). But the new boss now doesn’t trust the friend because of what I wrote. I pulled the articles, but the mistrust remains. The friend talks about maybe turning things around, but has also started looking at job opportunities elsewhere, just in case. There’s a good chance they’ll lose their nice office and have to sit out next to the student-intern receptionist. And all because this shithead here decided to post a couple interesting articles for his own egotistical satisfaction. And I can’t fix it and I can’t make it better and I can’t make it go away and I can’t make it better and I thought about deleting my account and just going away because i can’t make it better any more and i can’t fix it and i fucked up big time annie i really fucked up this time i’m so tired of fucking up all the time.

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