Tomorrow they have the school party or something like that. My wife has planned to hide puzzle pieces, and when the kids gather them all together, and assemble the puzzle, they'll get an object where they'll find a surprise. Something along those lines.
Of course for that she needs a puzzle. A puzzle in A3 format that depicts the object where the surprise is hidden and she asked if I couldn't do that. Sure, I can... For tomorrow morning? No problem. So I set off designing a 20 piece puzzle set in Inkscape. I'm no graphics designer, this takes time and it took a good two hours to get something I was happy with. She went to bed just before I printed out the four A4 pictures (two pictures, cut in half, with the puzzle template applied on it). That was at 22h00. I was a bit astonished, and asked when kissing her goodnight if she wasn't at least going to help me cut out the pieces. She looked at me as if I was asking the impossible and said, I quote: Do wou know how long it takes to cut out those pieces?.
Well, yes honey, I know now. It takes two hours, to paste the four printed photographs on cardboard, join the two halves, cut them into puzzle pieces, laminate them and cut the laminated pieces into usable puzzle pieces. That's as long as I took for designing the fucking thing. Something you can't do because you're too stupid or too lazy to learn. Just as you still can't comprehend that we have a public shared drive, or how to rip CD's to iTunes and import them to you fucking iPod. That time would have been halved if you helped me and I wouldn't have sore fingers from the cutting. (I counted, my fingers started getting sore when I cut out the twentieth piece of laminated puzzle)
She doesn't have a damned clue what I do for her. I keep in order all accounts, make budgets, write and correct her parent communication letters, burn twenty CDs with pictures every year so she can give it to the parents. Yes, she still can't burn a fucking CD, and I tell you burning 20 CD's takes a lot of my time.
Yet, no respect whatsoever for my work... Only because it's done on a computer and it seems as if I'm playing. Well, no, I'm not playing, I'm doing your goddamned work! But if I'm geeking out on my computer, I get a unhappy face telling me I don't spend enough time with her and my computer is more important than her.
Okay, well, off I go for some beer and adapt a parent letter from last year and translate it into English... All because she can't do that either.
Yeah, I'm friggin pissed... If only I had known before that that cute computer science girl had the hots for me back at University.... Of course, I never got her signals....
I hereby declare my work of tonight Public Domain, and you can download it here.
Note: All work done on Ubuntu, except for the printing as documented in a previous journal.