I have now put the same damn zipper in wrong seven times.
Only four ways to put it in at all exist. Three of them are wrong. So I'm repeating myself. Multiple times.
But if I don't make my own pants I don't get pants that cover my butt. It actually costs me more woman-hours, and more tears of frustration, to buy a pair of pants that doesn't quite fit than to make one that fits perfectly.
And seven times is nothing - I'm well into double-digits for queries on every work I have ready to sell. So when I stop being lightheaded, and have gotten myself round some chocolate, I'm going for lucky #8.
Because even if you're bad at something, if it's the only way to get what you need, you're stuck.
Edit to Add: I was wrong. I just invented two brand-new wrong ways to put in a zipper. Clearly, I have talent for this. Too bad it's not one I can be paid for.
Tomorrow is another day. Today I'm thinking: Sims and more chocolate.
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