The roof light fell down (no shit).
Stepped into glass.
Eight stitches. As usual they had to extent the fake program to the clinic I was taken to.
As part of the fake program I have no insurance lol. But at least this is not Murrica I guess.
My brand new backpack and by extensions the phone inside turned out not to be torrential-rain-waterproof.
It died a quiet death.
The ‘handle’ of my original (2 month old) backpack broke. I returned it and they first told me to wait an hour and then said they ‘would call me back’ to see what they would do, because they ‘had to wait for a reply from HQ’ instead of just giving a new one. They even tried to come up with some bullshit about that originally it was sold at a discount so couldn’t do that, but literally just stopped talking that crap halfway the enormous story (for the first time).
They didn’t call back up to yesterday (when my phone bricked). Obviously. It was from a department store Oakley shop, so you’d expect slightly better.
I lost all my obs scenes. My backup system for that directory turned out to be a little bit too advanced. Dumb me.
But I guess there’s worse than all of the above.
But let’s stay real: I did win around 7 bucks (200 NTD) in the lottery as well 🙂
“Een doekje voor het bloeden” is how they call it in Dutch. (A little piece of cloth for (=to stop) the bleeding. It means ‘coming up with something really lousy or tiny to compensate for something huge’, or something like that.)
Both literally and figuratively ‘ey!
Welcome to Your Geniusly Crafted ShitShow.
Are you proud of yourselves now?
