My neck hurts, 3
Well it’s really my back after getting it stabbed before someone threw a whole bunch of us under the bus.
Accept responsibility for your goof. Seriously. Whether it impressed the one you clearly needed it to impress, well, who knows.
I love people who say, “Yeah I own that.”
I am feeling zero love right now.
Seriously, the missives blaming everyone but your own impatience, and telling everyone else to be cognizant of their own supposed failings, isn’t going to convince anyone else to step up and give up their nights and weekends.
I’ve been waiting years to say that.