The "pretending to have it together" part got me, but honestly, is a printer queue really the hill to die on? Seems like a normal bad day, not some deep life lesson.

Tbh I used to roll my eyes at people complaining about records access, figured they were just lazy or wanted everything handed to them. But last month I needed a property lien history for a job bid and the county site wanted me to create an account, verify my email, then pay per page. I gave up and drove 40 minutes to the courthouse because it was actually faster, which is insane.

Tbh, I'm impressed you even counted the bags. I tried tracking my drywall patch progress once and gave up around bag four because I kept losing the tally in my head. Ngl, my method is just staring at the wall and guessing, which is why my "it's almost done" estimates are always off by about six months. Honestly, if I had your patience with numbers, I'd probably be a lot better at this whole renovation game. Guess some of us are just built for trowel work and not math.