While running around like a headless chicken today, trying to finish what started out as a very simple build, but quickly turned into the elephant from hell thanks to the sales rep, another co-worker of mine reminded me of this when I said I need less stress:
Stress: The confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.
Also, apparently my brain likes long sentences … But seriously, it started as a simple “Hey can we light up this frosted acrylic?” and turned into “Can we make it strobe the colors of the product? Can we slow it down? Can we make this color stay on longer? Client now wants it to fade on and off. It’s too fast. It’s too slow. Can the lights chase around the perimeter?” - by then I was about ready to take a Dremel tool to his head.
