Images of Language and Incongruity Floating In My Head While Moaning and Groaning About WordPress

This is gonna be short. 

  • And that’s because – Fucking WordPress!!!  What is wrong with you guys. New version is just dandy when it grants you a visit otherwise you’re back doing the old shit again, typing each tag without spellcheck – OMG!  What a chore…

And now you’ve fucked up the most important page!  The super duper versions paper, which we compose on, and you’ve totally destroyed the basic formatting, where you have no idea how many times you have to hit return before you get that extra space you want in there, between paragraphs!
So, as demonstrated above, I can easily use bullet formatting or numeric, but I am no longer able to slide into paragraphs, and it is so fucking annoying!

What kind of Brains are developing these, these – I don’t even know what to call them!
(Personally I think they’re all missing a few screws.)

All very nice, of course, affable, but totally daffy when it comes to basic organizational thinking and, and what? Visualization system is inoperable?

URGENT:  

The Eyes of an Aesthete Wanted

On the other hand, if this is an example of how someone who may have Schizophrenia, for example, works, well, that’s another subject altogether. 

But why do we still need two versions of the Statistics?  Neither is much improved. So make a decision

Throw one in the trash, already!
Seeing the actual word italicized, however, is a whole lot better than than seeing words buried under HTML script. 

So that is an improvement. 
Congratulations, WordPress!

Bravo.
(Sorry. 

That just wouldn’t stay in any longer.)

Ever since I did the update, I’ve been wanting to put this down on paper, but something else always managed to shove it below the pile, where it finally said …
No more of this!
I will no longer be a wallflower!

                     THE END

The Worst Job I Ever Had

Well, I wasn’t actually getting paid for it – Thank, God! It was a required volunteer position at the Cooperative Preschool in our Development, which, except for the teacher, was run by Volunteers.
Well, that didn’t always mean we were well-matched to our jobs.
(I wore several hats.
We all did.)
Anyway –
I handled the Book Club and I served as Treasurer of our Board. In order to place our orders, the parents – all moms – had to pay for their orders at the time when ordering took place. These orders were often paid with nickels, dimes and quarters, and rarely with paper money.
Clear, so far?
Good.
STEP TWO OF THE PROCESS
So then I had to use my Award Winning Arithmetic Skills to make the orders match the amount of money I was given.
Well, here come some more Wells
3 attempts = 3 different numbers
Every attempt thereafter continues pattern of failure to reach a successful solution and finish the fucking problem!
Like I said.
It was the worst job ever.