You know, sometimes I seriously think the big guy upstairs, or whoever’s running this show, has a real twisted sense of humor. I mean, you gotta laugh, right? Let me tell you about this one time, really hammered it home for me.
So, I had this plan. A brilliant plan, or so I thought. Gonna start a little online shop. Easy money, right? Ha! Spent months, literally months, pouring everything into it. Felt like I was building a rocket to Mars with toothpicks.
First off, getting the stuff to sell. That was an adventure in itself. Took forever to find suppliers who weren’t, you know, just out to scam you. Good quality stuff, I thought. Paid a pretty penny too.
Then, the website. Oh boy, the website. Decided to build it myself. ‘How hard can it be?’ I said. Famous last words, eh? Pretty sure I learned more about cryptic error codes than actually making a decent webpage. So many nights, just me, a cold coffee, and that blasted screen staring back.
Finally, the grand launch. Pushed the big ‘go live’ button. Sat back. Waited for the cash to roll in.
And what happened? Well, crickets. Almost. Got one sale. One. My mom. God bless her supportive soul.
Then the Real Fun Began
Thought that was the low point? Oh no, my friend. The universe was just warming up. It was like a comedy of errors, but I wasn’t laughing much at the time.
- First, the payment system people decided to freeze my account. Just like that. Said it was for ‘suspicious activity.’ The only suspicious activity was me hitting refresh on the sales page every five seconds hoping for a miracle.
- Then, my main supplier. The one I’d spent ages vetting? They just up and vanished. Poof. Gone. Like they never existed. Took my deposit with ’em, too, the cheeky sods.
- And the cherry on top? The one actual order I managed to ship out (not my mom’s, a real, honest-to-goodness stranger!), it got lost. The courier just shrugged. ‘These things happen,’ they said. Yeah, to me, apparently.
So there I was. Sitting in my living room, surrounded by boxes of crap I couldn’t sell. A website nobody was looking at. Bank account looking sadder than a forgotten birthday cake. I just started laughing. Hysterically. What else could I do, right? Cry? Nah, laughing felt better. Or at least, louder.
You bust your gut, you make all these perfect plans, you think you’ve got all your ducks in a row. And then life, or fate, or whatever you wanna call it, just comes along and drop-kicks your ducks into the next county. And it’s probably chuckling while it does it.
That’s when it really clicked. Whoever, or whatever, is in charge of all this madness, they’re not necessarily mean. They’re just a comedian. A prankster with a cosmic whoopee cushion. You set yourself up with all your serious plans, and they’re just waiting to pull the rug out for a good laugh.
So yeah, I reckon God is a funny man. Or woman. Or cosmic squid. Whatever. They’ve got a sense of humor, alright. A very, very particular sense of humor. And the punchline? After that whole disaster, all those stupid skills I picked up wrestling with that godforsaken website? Landed me a new job. A pretty decent one, actually, doing web stuff. Go figure. So, was the joke on me, or was that the grand punchline all along? Still scratching my head over that one. But hey, at least I got a story out of it, eh?
