Epic fail..

Back in the days when being an avid horse rider I always used to point out to the big boys and trainer, my biggest talent was I could see the distance.

When jumping a horse seeing the distance is a very good thing. Cause it makes you know exactly how many strides to put in, in between the fences.

Back in the days, I also used to refer to myself as a good, or even more accurate, great judge of character. I could spot fake miles away, and rarely did I end up falling into the various traps of the psychological game of mankind.

These days, the bullshit radar seems out of order. Remember me nagging about how many work hours I put in last week and how tired I was?

Yesterday I ran my work shift from last Monday through a route planner, just to see how many hours it would take to get through it.

Turns out it is not doable in normal work hours or not even around the 10h mark. After discovering this I made the, what now feels, regrettable decision to discuss this with my boss, relying on my once-reliable judgment of character.

What an epic fail of a cluster f-ck up!

Picture me now, unexpectedly home, still in my pyjama, seated on the sofa with my laptop, bewildered by what just transpired.

Stay tuned, because this story is far from over.

For today, I will crawl all the way to the attic and play around with some acrylic paint. That will be fun!

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