This Karathing’a has got an eerie, unnerving, spooky, creepy, uncanny, weird, scary, and disconcerting manner of touching on issues that make me feel inadequate.
His topics remain thorny issues upon which I make yearly resolutions to master or put behind.
However, each year-end, he pisses me off by reminding me I did nothing.
Nothing.
How dare he ask me whether I have ever worked with a Virtual Digital Assistant?
What kind of animal or bird is that?
Does it walk on two legs or four legs?
How dare he make me feel inadequate because I have not?
I hate him, I Hate Him, I HATE HIM
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