...where are you when I need you?

...kinda screwed up today.

Bulletproof vest not gonna work. I think they are going to use hand-grenade. I was expecting tommy-gun. Nope. They smell blood. I can feel it.

Was loading up ammo, but hey, we are on the defensive mode here. Better don't go firing back.

So, here I am, frantically trying to explain to the customer that hey, Murphy's Law is actually at work. Main and backup line not working at the same time. Nice.

Oh, and the new team that should be taking charge really hang me out to dry. I mean, hey, this is already in your jurisdiction, bitches! Why am I doing this for your benefits?

I mean, when it comes to damage control, I wonder why nobody stand on your side to back you up. You are on your own sucker.

When you have your back on the wall, you really have no way to go. To surrender is to submit. To submit is to admit defeat. And I seriously had done that so many times, I wonder whether I still have any shred of dignity left in me.

It is painful enough to have people slamming their door in front of your face. But it is even painful when they left you out cold. Nobody's gonna take you in. You end up sweeping the street and think "where the hell did I go wrong?"

Where the hell did I go wrong?