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I'm fucking good at this shit. Nobody cares. I became an engineer because my father is an engineer and when I call he hangs up the phone. He was calling me a criminal for owning cryptocurrency while driving a snitch with five felony convictions to the asshole's methadone appointments, even though he was literally stealing the copper out of the shop wiring.

Solidworks does this shit where it does something dumb, and you google it, and it takes you to Reddit, which is full of assholes going "you obviously don't know what you're doing, Solidworks is pure and beautiful." Some dipshit posted his fucking bicycle, which he modeled in Solidworks, which was like his grad project or some shit, 128 parts.

896 parts and it's just the fucking stand and electricals

Know who taught me Solidworks? A month with a correspondence course. Know who taught me electrical engineering? No one. Know what kept this shit from working? Amazon selling resistors that are airgaps.

All my life I've wanted one fucking atta-boy and here I am, pushing 50, recognizing that I was never going to get one. This is also like the eighth time in my life where I've been out past the point where you can even find someone to ask and I'm starting to get sick of it.

Go ahead. Ask when it's going to be done. 'cuz you know what? There's eight spreadsheets worth of electrical connections but I know where each and every one of them goes. I figured that shit out last week.

you might be an engineer if your wiremold comes with parabolic arches