So this is going to be a bit of a rant. Not even remotely sorry about it. At least not yet.

I was grouchy yesterday. Most likely from not getting a lot of sleep. The conversations with Ox I mentioned in my post yesterday were short and snippy and I knew I was being borderline bitchy with no way to buy a “bitchy” filter.

My day did not improve in regards to the bitch factor after writing my daily post. Oh no… It got much worse.

How you ask? Why, let me tell you.

Fuck Google Docs. That’s how. Fuck those fucking files and the cloud they’re saved to.

I had thought to finish messing with my recipe pages during what should have been the relaxing, restorative hours of time I had to do something productive and worthwhile with my time.

Worst idea ever.

I created a recipe template a while back through Google Excel. For the most part it’s been awesome. I can color code everthing. I can add images. Most of the pages are perfect. No complaints.

There were three pages I had created from my template which wouldn’t print properly for some reason. This printing issue was a while ago; before the cancer thing. I hadn’t cared about the pages enough to put energy into fixing them. Last night I thought to finally conqure this task. I would finish catching up on creating recipe pages for the new things I’ve made which the family likes, and I would fix the three pages that were being weird.

I would get to finally put my recipe notebook away. I could even clean my my Google Drive once I was done. Heck. I could even make a backup of it on my external hard drive; something I haven’t done since Orlando.

I could do all the things. It would be great!

Universe: Hold my beer.

I couldn’t figure out why those three pages wouldn’t print the same way all of my other recipes had. The cell widths were the same. The margins were set the same. The page layout was the same. The printing options were the same…

Fine. Fuck you, Google. I’ll remake the page.

So I did. I took one of the pages that printed properly and duplicated it. I deleted all of the text and added the stuff I wanted. I changed the colors so it matched the section it would eventually go it. The page was perfect. Went to print…

Won’t print right.

What the fuck…? Why? I didn’t do anything to change the display other than the text and colors.

Fine. I’ll try making a new template. Made a new one. Blank template is correct. Add text to template. Check template in print preview. Won’t print right.

Me: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

It’s just like when I was trying to print the stupid D&D sheets and they kept getting cut off even though the option is set to “fit to page”. I just want things to print correctly. In a first-world country, I don’t think I’m asking for anything super fucking crazy by wanting my document to look the way it’s supposed to look. /rage

I’m still frustrated over it, just not as frustrated as I was when Ox called me while I was in the middle of trying not to break my laptop in half.

He graciously listened to me rant. Most likely because he didn’t have a choice once he opened the flood gates by continuously asking me “What’s wrong?”

Oh. I’ll tell you what’s wrong. And you’ll listen because you wouldn’t leave it alone. Enjoy being seared by my scathing rage.

Poor Ox. >.<;

We stayed on the phone for a while. Towards the end of the conversation, I had most of the angst out of my system. At last out enough to go back into the apartment and not destroy something.

Our conversation ended with talking about figurines for our D&D campaign. Jon had shown me a site, forever ago, where you could get custom figures made. I told Ox I would poke around and see if I could find it again and do some research into prices.

Hero Forge is the name of the site. I spend the next while playing around with making a figurine for my Tabaxi character. I liked it so much I saved it to the shopping cart so I can get it with my tax refund. If I get it created in steel it would cost $35. Not bad for a durable custom piece. The plastic options would be even cheaper.

Ox came over to the apartment since he was out getting his taxes done. It was nice getting another hug after settling down from the disaster with Google. I tried going to bed around 7. It took a while but eventually, I did fall asleep.

I woke up this morning mildly tired. Ox and I met for our morning cigarette. I drove to work. It was a smooth day. The nurse I’m working with is pregnant with identical twins. I can tell she’s getting further along. She’s not as fast, which is totally fine. It’s not like she’s sitting around playing Candy Crush on her phone while I’m sweating bullets. It does mean that I’m having to pull a bit more of the weight during the day.

Once change over was done I was pretty wiped and still had five hours to go. Takeoffs were pretty spaced out, which helped the end of the day go smoothly.

During the down times, I worked on my mandala. I got all of the base coloring done after I got home. Now I get to go back in and work on the shading and making it look all spiffy and awesome. I’ve been taking progress pictures as I get to my stopping points. I like seeing the progression. Once it’s done I’ll post the pictures here.

I still need to post all of the cross stitchings I’ve finished since the diagnosis along with the previous mandala I completed. At some point, I’ll do that; most likely not tonight.

There’s not a lot left on my to-do list for this evening. Writing was the biggest thing that I wasn’t even sure if I would actually do, but here we are. Go me. Totally proud for not letting today win and mustering up the energy to actually keep going with things.

I’ve washed the dishes that were in the sink. I might sweep up in the bedroom since I didn’t get around to that during my days off. Ox is going to come over in a bit so we can clip Dagger’s claws. Other than figuring out food there’s not much else to do. My biggest choice now is figuring out if I want to work on my cross-stitch or keep coloring…

I can say with the utmost certainty whatever I choose will not be working on my freaking Google Docs of doom. They can burn in hell for a while.