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Eliminated nearly half of the original codebase, and took out most of the legacy crap for TT Livescan+ (scantimes are effectively 1/3 of what the old version took). I suppose that's one less code maintenance nightmare to worry about, and more focus on maintaining the malware databases. Still doesn't change the fact that I'm almost burnt out on coding. Just over 20 years total.



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Eventually, they were going to find out anyways. As far as this particular situation is concerned, I only admit, and fully accept the responsibility of my own complicity in everything that has managed to go wrong. But only insofar as taking blame for my OWN actions, and refusing to accept responsibility for a problem that I neither created, nor allowed to continue. Fortunately, I am not in the wrong.



So what happens when I make ultimatums? If my specific demands are not met, I follow through on what I say I'm going to do, whether taken seriously or not. In this case, I made an ultimatum. Said demand was met with excuses, procrastination, lies, laziness, and excessive, unwarranted "tire-spinning". So I followed through, and did exactly what I said I was going to do. The other parties involved in this were actually surprised about this, despite knowing and having seen this firsthand multiple times.



Realistically, I shouldn't have to do this, but I did it anyways because it had to be done. NO. FUCKING. EXCUSES.



Medically, I am in no shape to be doing what I've done the past 3 days. But I did it anyways. NO. FUCKING. EXCUSES.



Psychologically, I'm a half-psychotic mess at this point. Doing what I had to do, no excuses, only makes my level of agitation, and vitriolic, testosterone-driven rage that much harder to handle. But I did it anyways.



Currently, I'm at the point where hyper-vigilance and a zero-tolerance policy regarding my own well-being is what has to be done. Don't like it? Take a number, and cram it up your rectum, along with 30 bags of dicks.



The Candyland game consisting of shapes, one-dimensional characters, and litanies of excuses is over.



And that's just how it's going to be. You're not going to like me, and I'm perfectly fine with that.