Work diary victory

[ Content warning: mundane, rambly, neurotic. ] A couple of years back I wrote a long whiny blog article about putting up some shelves in the bathroom and how miserable it had made me to do it. I said: When I put up shelves in the bathroom back in May, I was a psychological mess. For every little thing that went wrong — and there were quite a lot — I got all stressed out and wondered why I dared to perform this task. The outcome was good, but I had a lot of stress getting there. Through the whole thing I felt like I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know if I was about to make some terrible mistake that would ruin the whole project, and I didn't know if I was about to produce a humiliating disaster that a professional would have to be called in to do over. This is a lot of bad feeling for a project that, in hindsight, went smoothly and ended in success. I finished timely. The shelves served us well until we moved out eight or nine years later. I don't think that most of the…

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