The pattern of a breakfix life is simple:
Wait. Watch.
Wait. Watch.
Wait. See. Flinch.
React. Panic.
Flail – and in flailing, possibly hit the broken thing and render it useful again, or so un-useful as to be replaced.
Lather.
Rinse.
Repeat.
The pattern of a breakfix life is simple.
Even I think this is stupid
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When all else fails… flail!