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Discussion Boards => Real Life => Topic started by: Brentai on June 28, 2011, 03:10:55 PM
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For when just one day's worth of shit isn't enough:
All the furniture in the room I spent the past 5 years in is so terrible that the Salvation Army wouldn't take any of it. FML
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Don't stress about that; the Salvation Army is surprisingly picky about taking stuff. We bought a ton of new furniture earlier this year, and the Salvation Army didn't want most of our old stuff due to minor scratches. We had a perfectly good couch with a fold-out bed that had a rip in the upholstery -- in the back, where most people will never see it if it's against a wall -- and they flat-out refused it. We even called local churches that took donations to get rid of the rest of our stuff, but they were just as particular as the Salvation Army with everything.
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In waste-heavy countries like America, beggars
(http://i.imgur.com/qGqGq.jpg)
can be choosers.
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The Salvation Army won't take Harry Potter toys because they're ungodly symbols of witchcraft.
Basically, fuck the Salvation Army.
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hey guys whats up in this thread
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Surprisingly, witchcraft.
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@ TA & Brentai, try Goodwill.
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It may be irrational but the whole "exclusive content for playing games THIS WEEK ONLY" on Steam feels like they're specifically timing it just to piss in my eye while I'm down.
This is a Shit Days post. Why did I make another topic for this? I am a massively entitled whiny fuck with no room to complain even though I'm relegated to an airbed in a frathouse for an indeterminate amount of time and haven't slept more than six hours since Monday.
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I thought of a better name for this thread but then felt a little bad.
But...
"Look who's R^2 now!"
Of course you may get cursed then.
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The difference between him and me is that I could improve my current circumstances if I needed to and just get a room, but right now I'm counting my wealth in furniture and it's hard to pay ONE COUCH CHACHING just to sleep a little better for a few nights.
So my torture is partly self inflicted, partly circumstantial because my paperwork has been fucked sideways through no fault of my own. Still depressing though.
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Yeah, well I could turn MY situation around with about $1200.
And a steady job.
And being done with cYou know what, never mind. ::(:
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This weekend's going to be utter fucking balls. Work is the only thing currently distracting me from my overactive sense of self-pity.
So of course I (and everyone who is responsible for getting me the hell out of limbo) get an extra day off. Man, I remember actually enjoying holidays weekends!
Full Metal Llama.
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Glames' list of life accomplishments (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5889.msg195487#msg195487) may or may not have cheered up Spram but it sure depressed the hell out of me.
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I had to laugh at what he chose for the very first one.
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So wait, Brent.
I thought you had a place to live.
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I'm not kidding when I say I'm sleeping on an airb
ued on the floor next to my parents in a house for overprivileged college-age deadbeats. They're both stone deaf so the sound of multiple stoned-out couples fucking doesn't bother them much, but I'm pretty much losing it. It's a basic question of how much I can actually take before the costs of going the hell somewhere else stop outweighing the sheer crushing depression of trying to exist like this. A weekly rental around here is like $300 though, and most places require a minimum 2-4 weeks. I have a pretty long damn list of things I could do with $600 when this is all over. Also, I have absofuckinglutely no idea when that will be, which is kind of the worst part.
On the flipside, well, nobody has seen fit to give me any keys. It's a gated community and I've got a passcode to get in, and the thing'll open automatically if you're in a car, but if you happen to be parked on the street you'd better have a key to get out. What I Learned Today: I am no longer able to pull myself up over a six foot wall. THAT'S something I'll be changing.
In the meantime, all those recurring nightmares I have about being completely trapped in a slightly hostile suburban community? What a time to have those.
Finally got out through sheer luck of somebody not closing the gate properly, so now it's back to the long process of getting somebody to take the few large, untossable things that were left in that place before we get fined for them. Phone battery ran out early because it's my only connection to basically anything so I went back for the charger that I left behind in my mad rush to get away from the hump party. I don't have a house key either but that's okay because nobody ever locks the d-oh hey somebody locked the door.
These douches aren't too friendly to me, so I'm pretty much transient for the rest of the day. FORTUNATELY! I had the very good sense to leave another charger at work, and to keep the magnetic part of my badge in my wallet. So I'm hanging out here, letting my lifeline fill back up, leeching off Wi-fi a bit and generally hiding from the world and kind of shirking my duties for a half hour or so. And kind of blogging about my entirely self-inflicted inconveniences.
I'm gonna rename this thread to something more appropriate. Be right back!
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Ah, I thought this was a new, wider-scope Shit Days thread. I'll be on my way then.
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Better?
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Man if you want your own thread to vent about your life events, you can have it. I just misunderstood what you meant by the first post.
I have plenty of room! I'll always have Shit Days and (increasingly) Your Job: The Movie.
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I didn't, it just turned out to be that thing. Which is why I started mocking myself for it.
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Glames' list of life accomplishments (http://brontoforum.us/index.php?topic=5889.msg195487#msg195487) may or may not have cheered up Spram but it sure depressed the hell out of me.
While writing it I was in a silly feel goody mood. But after reading it, yeah, it really makes you look at your own life and feel kinda meh. Even I don't measure up to that list of mighty success. But I guarantee whatever 3, 4 or 5 (perhaps more) things any of us don't have on that list can be substituted with other personal good attributes and different life achievements. In other words: EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU IS A UNIQUE GOLD STAR BECAUSE GLAMES TOLD YOU SO!
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I am down to two pairs of pants, including the one I'm wearing. THIS DEFINITELY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE TWO DRUGGIES MY SIZE STAYING HERE NO SIR
Probably whatever money I may have stayed by hermiting here will go right into replacing all the clothes I lost. Moveout date is now Wednesday. Time cannot fucking speed up enough.
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Starr suggests the best way to keep 'em from stealing your pants would be to stick a job application in the back pocket.
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Poison their stash.
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If they've got a stash you can safely poison, you might be better off murdering them before they decide you'll fetch a good price as a white concubine.
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The problem is I have concubines too. Assassin concubines.
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Man, ever dude I know is sick with Killer-Fever.
Well, just so long as it's only your hot, hot pants on the line.
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I feel the urge to watch Ninja Scroll all of a sudden.
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Was going to make a new topic for my inevitable bloggery about the trials of owning property on a single income in south Orange County, and first mention that my general mood has gone from "relieved" to "buyer's remorse from Hell" in the span of about 24 hours.
Right now though? My mood is "I'm too fucking tired for this. Good night."
I'm too fucking tired for this. Good night.
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Current mood: Ready to cry.
Not a hardware person. Not enjoying installation of blinds. Had one of my neighbors drop by and gently inform me that he does general home renovation shit including blinds but uhhh... all my neighbors here are skeezy burnt out bikers, pretty much. I'm putting up blinds to keep them out.
Le sigh. Worth it in the long run, etc.
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Not to be too much of a dick or anything Brentai but worried about a helpful guy being a burnt out biker? Weren't you homeless and camping out on the floor of a frat?
Books and covers and gifted horses and all that.
I mean worse to worse, you'll have an ally, right?
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He wasn't exactly offering for free.
I dunno, I'm just weird about my house because it's MY FUCKING HOUSE. It's a general problem; I stress about every minor decision down to what towels to get (microfiber, two bath and two hand towels, $50) because it feels like I *own* everything I do here so much more than I ever have in my life. It's day three and I'm wishing I had just fucking rented an apartment, because in that situation you can basically fuck off if the place goes to shit after about a year. Ownership, you know, you can't just cut and run because the HOA isn't keeping up the outside windows and you're freaked out because it's just TOO FUCKING WHITE HERE JESUS CHRIST. You either find a way to pay off that 30-year debt, or find a buyer looking to move into a slightly cleaned up former repo in this economy.
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I tell you what, man, skeezy-looking burned-out bikers are usually pretty damn good at doing work with their hands. And somebody offering to help fix up your place sounds like a good neighbor to me.
Also, I was just today told that you aren't supposed to screw mounts directly into drywall, so that's probably advice you can use right now. There are these little plastic sleeves you're supposed to use; drill the hole, put the sleeve in, then put the screw in the sleeve.
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Well, I understand not taking him up on it if he wants to charge for it. And if he won't work for beer and an offer to fix his computer the next time he needs it.
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The best (or worst) part about home ownership is that you've got basically an infinite amount of time to mold it into what you want. So long as you don't decide to shit the bed (without taking necessary precautions beforehand) you can systematically undo missteps and work towards improvements. My parents remodel the old 3-flat as a hobby. The major changes here are that you're responsible for the insurance fund and maybe your dirty santa gifts are going to have a bizarre domestic bent to them now.
Looking forward to receiving a half-used gallon of paint that wasn't quite the red you were looking for, now that you see it in natural light.
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Yeah, I should have made it clear that he showed up with a handful of business cards rather than a smile and an offer to help. The hovering sharkness I can stand but not so much on account of it being because he can see everything I do because EVERYONE'S LOOKING IN THROUGH MY BARE GODDAM WINDOWS.
Long term. Loooong term.
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If you're mounting blinds the easiest way (and best looking might I add) is to mount them on the inside of the window frame, so that when they're down, the sit perfectly in the window and look nice as opposed to hanging out and swinging around with wind currents and shit. Shouldn't take more than a handful of minutes and a screw driver to mount anything into the window frame, because that should be made of hard wood and not drywall. If you're mounting anything into drywall though, you'd do best to find a stud or at the very least use some sort of anchor (the little plastic ones thad is talking about are the most common but also the least effective and depending on the size of window and weight of the blinds they might not be ideal).
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Everyone get in a van, drive to brentais, montage his place to something nice.
And then someone kicks a beer can into thads head
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Part of the problem is that my windows don't have frames on the inside, and I'm not about to start doing that. The other problem is that nobody really feels like helping me out which leads to scenarios where I'm trying to hold the bracket in one hand, the screw in the other, the screwdriver in the third and Johnny Cage's head in the fourth.
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Hey, fly me out there and I can use all my unemployed time fixing your place up! Requires you feeding and housing me for the duration, however.
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That's exactly what the new homeowner needs! Roommates!
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Originally I thought that was going to be sarcastic but now I'm not sure.
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Current Mood: ARGH I AM TOO FUCKING BUSY
ALL THESE FUCKING BOXES FULL OF FAUX WOOD SLATS ARE MOCKING ME
MOCKING MEEEEE
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So my master budgetary plan involves basically having no spare income and/or actively losing money around November-January, and then things pick up again in February.
Because November and December are clearly the best months to be broke.
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Dammit Brentai you're biting my style.
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Yeah, when I got hired in June it was a six-month contract, meaning I'd be laid off right at Christmas.
Fortunately, they solved that issue by firing me in June!
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Dammit Brentai you're biting my style.
I'll be "broke" because my income is paying off all my property and debts so uhhhh not really?
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Oh, cheers then.
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Does this mean no Brentai in Dirty Santa 2011
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I think you've missed the point of Dirty Santa entirely.
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Still gotta pay for shipping.
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I don't think I've ever dusted in my life, and I can't remember the last time I mopped, so god damn cleaning the kitchen from 11PM-2:30AM was a chore.
Tomorrow I'll have a nice clean kitchen and a fridge and maybe some goddam hot water too if I'm lucky. Yaaay.
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I'm not kidding when I say this surge protector (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003A816FM) might be the single best computer/media upgrade I've purchased in the last couple years. I had no fucking idea how shitty the power coming off a raw outlet/cheap power strip was. Getting a decent noise cleaner makes an immediate and noticeable improvement to display quality (not so much audio, but that's probably because I'm using a USB device right now) and running the cable line through it seems to have stabilized my connection speed at the exact rated MBps, rather than just bouncing wildly between 50% and 120%. Though that might just be what the line happens to be running right now.
Anyway, point being, get a goddam line filter. I've got a UPS coming in that's basically the same brand and the same shit with a battery backup added, so I'll have plenty of places to plug my stuff into, yay.
(thatswhathesaid?)
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I want about 7 of those :want:
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Brentai speaks the truth. Been using UPSes for years and boy do they ever help with all the above, plus the longevity of your computer.
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I've got a TrippLite myself. It's old but in good shape.
Have never really done the UPS thing; have very few power interruptions. (Thunderstorm takes out the power maybe once a year.)
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Man, not only have the ONLY pants to have ever really fit me well been discontinued, according to Google, they never even existed.
Also, in what must be the hundredth episode of "Mongrel looks for something that should be ubiquitous, but can't find it anywhere.", bathrobes seem to be a mysterious object not sold on this continent.
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But... you own a bathrobe already.
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I cannot own too many bathrobes.
(also my existing bathrobe is pretty close to being toast).
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Start here. (http://www.sears.ca/catalog/robes/12111)
I see 'em all the time in the Sears Wish Book, which ought to be out next month. There's probably a few in the "Gifts under X Dollars!" section if you don't mind the robes having hockey logos or whatever on them.
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I was actually in Sears today, amusingly enough.
Anyway, it's the paper-thin thin ones I'm looking for. It is summer after all.
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Just make one yourself out of butcher paper and duct tape.
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god help me, my mother asked me to help her shop for a fax machine
i did ask her something along the lines of "do you also want my help to shop for an apple iic, polio, or a falcon? (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=11222006)" (in terms she'd understand), but she remained desperately unamused
i don't know if there's a good way to spend hundreds of dollars on obsolete technology
beginning to suspect she might have been working for the government for too long
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Can you get her to buy a combo printer? One of those all in one deals? At least those have some marginal use.
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That's what she wants, like a printer/fax/phone/photocopier, and it can't be inkjet because she admits she would use it only a couple times a year, and it has to be 200 bucks or less. We found a couple, but she wants to use a coupon code and the system doesn't accept it and she has to call customer service but they're not in on sundays, etc. etc.
I told her she has phones, she already has a 1500$ office-grade printer she got for free, and she could send faxes through the Internet and print copies of shit if she only bought a cheap B&W scanner instead, but her brother (who also works for the government uhoy-oy) convinced her to get a god damned fax machine and that's what she's gonna get.
Normally I wouldn't bother, considering how that woman has treated me in the past, but somehow since I've moved away she started to realize exactly how much I did for her while we still lived together and I've been getting, for the most part, much less attitude. And a free meal about every week, which is a suprisingly big deal considering my own financial situation.
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Something I can't find or extract (probably a cat hair) is stuck in my left eye and it's driving me nuts. Flushing, sleeping, blinking, whatever... no luck. Been there for two days straight now.
GRRRRararrghjgkyfmkfm.
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Could be a sty (http://www.webmd.com/eye-health/tc/styes-and-chalazia-topic-overview)?
I hate those things.
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Naw, I had a look for those.
Might-as-well-be-invisible cat hairs getting into my easily-irritated eyes is an old problem around here. This one's just hanging around way long than usual (a couple of flushes with water will usually do the trick). Might be that the hair's gone, but my eye was scratched by it so it's just residual irritation that needs to heal.
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The bleach used to clean the fountain here at work is giving me a headache.
(╯°□°）╯︵ ʞɹoʍ
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It could be allergies. When my allergies flare up, it feels exactly like i have an eyelash stuck in my eye.
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I just took one support brace off a part of my body and put a different one on somewhere else. I have never felt so old.
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I've been doing stuff like that since my teens explicitly for the sake of never feeling old.
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What, wearing support braces?
Oh geez, now I'm picturing Classic going to a faith-healing rally in a leg brace and crutches. After the healer does his thing, Classic screams "I'M CURED!", kicks off the brace and
Jackie Gleason - Soft Shoe (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jow_qpHzNEk#)
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That is substantially more interesting than what actually happened, so please keep believing that and never ask me for clarification or the truth.
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I haven't been able to get out of bed in a week.
I don't even have some medical reason or excuse. I just can't fucking move. I'm missing attendance grades in several classes at university because I'm too tired and apathetic to do anything at all. I'm going to school on an academic scholarship, which gets revoked if my GPA falls too low. It's the only way I can afford to go to university.
The only thing that keeps me remotely interested is that I know what it's like to be poor and not have a college education or money and that's pretty fucking miserable. I don't want to be that miserable for my entire life. Somehow, this is not enough to motivate me to get out of bed.
In the past, I've considered checking into a hospital to keep me from hurting myself. Now I'm considering it just so I have some kind of excuse for all the missed classes and bad grades.
I have no fucking idea what to do to keep myself from sleeping 24/7 and watching my life fall apart around me, and I'm afraid it might already be too late to do anything about it.
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Nex? Where do you live? I am going to beat the shit out of you until the endorphins get you out of this funk.
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Depression is brought on by a lot of things and the best thing to do to combat it is to just try and do stuff. It sounds like you've got serious depressions and it will destroy you if you don't seek real help. As a substitute for real help, I will literally drive to your home, bust down your door and drag you out of bed if need be. Do not dawdle on this.
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Your school probably has counseling available for that very thing. It happens to more people than you think it does.
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Been through all manner of counseling from various psychologists and with various pill regimens. After 5 years of that I finally gave up.
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Dude. Psych 101.
Your odds of depression, breakdown, sickness, etc., have to do with the number of life changes you're experiencing. Starting up school definitely counts. Just fucking get up and go talk to someone or tell me where you live and I will physically drag you to your damned classes.
This is important. I am not kidding.
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the best medicine for depression is laughter
if you're out of drugs, alcohol and promiscuous sex.
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I would think those last three would actually make it worse.
I don't know for sure, though, as I've never had any experience with them.
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the best medicine for depression is laughter
if you're out of drugs, alcohol and promiscuous sex.
HahahahahNO.
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Ten months of unemployment, have had at least 4-6 submissions for jobs every month, usually an interview a month, and I've gotten nowhere. Usually apply through recruitment agencies and a couple are direct contacts. Today, at a recruitment office, I was rejected. This wasn't for a job, this was just to be considered for submission with some of their clients. I've been dishing out information agents want to know in a flash. Today, I was stopped about 15 minutes into explaining my work history. She informed me that it's obvious that I lack any kind of self-confidence and that I'm obviously desperate for work. She then went on to imply I dressed in a unprofessional manner after I asked in advance if it would be okay to do just that. She handed me what looks like a binded printout of power point slides and told me she won't be submitting me anywhere until I stop looking so desperate.
I hate this economy. I have a degree, 3 years experience, and a technical certificate yet it's an uphill battle to get work.
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Wow. These idiots are looking for people who aren't desperate for work. Are they also looking for unicorns and leprechauns?
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Yeah, you pretty much have to stand out as an exemplary example of employmentability at all possible times, no matter who you're talking to. Ironing is more important than you think.
And 4-6 submissions a month is awfully :slow:. It took me eleven months to find work and I was averaging over a dozen applications a week.
Oh, also: employment agencies are completely swamped with people just like even more qualified than you. You may have better luck striking out on your own, targeting the sorts of places that wouldn't use recruitment agencies.
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The norm for the past few years has been to not hire anyone who is unemployed. Because you know, the only reason why people don't have jobs in a shitty economy is because they are too lazy to have one.
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And 4-6 submissions a month is awfully :slow:. It took me eleven months to find work and I was averaging over a dozen applications a week.
You are completely correct on this, however I've been trying to hold out that I can still try to apply for jobs I *want* as opposed to any job available. Also looking at my emails, I should clarify that statement. I've had 4 to 6 submissions a month that got some kind of feedback, one or two that resulted in an interview. Through careerbuilder.com and agencies I've bombarded 6 to 8 a week easily, just many aren't even providing feedback. I could be trying harder on this but I'm trying to spend some time to simply stay happy through the crushing depression. When you tick through heart medicine, once a day, and know you can't afford to refill it, it's like watching the reaper slide beads on an abacus. I'm thankful that I have a family giving me loans to get by until I can get back on top of things and a trusted friend who has put me up rent free for six months with an air mattress on his living room floor.
The norm for the past few years has been to not hire anyone who is unemployed. Because you know, the only reason why people don't have jobs in a shitty economy is because they are too lazy to have one.
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This is true. There was one place I got a callback, I aced their one hour online programming test, I did well with the first round of interviews, and when presented to management the interview got very quiet when he saw I have not worked in seven months. The interview was over despite being very qualified and recommended by the person trying to fill the position.
I think one of the key things keeping me going is that this community (that I've circled around since the late 90s) has shown me the true meaning of apathy and that you simply do not give a fuck when someone challenges you and move on.
Edit: I have seen job postings that include the line "Must be employed or recently employed to apply."
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See, I know girls who say the same thing. The guy has to be dating someone in order for her to give him a shot. You know, because he's clearly good boyfriend material if he's dating someone.
It doesn't make sense with women and it doesn't make sense with companies.
And before you get on me, it's an apt comparison! After all, corporations are people.
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Ah, six to eight replies a month sounds about right. Carry on then.
(And before those meds run out, say something. I'm loathe to make promises on behalf of the collective community here but if they'll carry my freeloading for a couple months I'm sure we can roll up enough of a money katamari to keep somebody alive.
Yes, we. I'm employed now, so I'll do what I can too.)
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My doctor has already been awesome once and gave two months of 'samples' to keep me going. I'm halfway through that. Says he can do it one more time, but after that we have to work out something.
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MadMaxJr: At a job interview, you are judged primarily on self-confidence and how well you look in a suit and tie.
Simply invest in a nice suit and fake an aura of certainty that you're the one they mean to hire. Interviewers will be impressed by this, because interviewers are the staff considered unimportant and easily swayed by a sense of authority that they can be assigned to interviews for several days.
The other ways to get hired are brute force and hope somebody recognises your ability, and nepotism. Nepotism is widely regarded as the best way to get a job.
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$1200 suit, got it a year ago. Look pretty good in it, thanks.
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Companies like to hire stupid people max. Remember that.
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This is a reference to his signature.
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I think I appear to have the most confidence when I rehearse and stare into a mirror. People also seem to like me better when I'm excited but a little tired.
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Pretend you're fielding an Eldar army in 2nd edition 40k.
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The "Only hiring the currently-employed" problem is becoming pretty well-documented. I've seen three articles that mention the problem in the US (don't have that problem here, least not any worse than it usually is) and this isn't even the same country.
I don't know what to say other than, things are fucked right now. The unemployment rate in the States is roughly 15% last I heard, so while it's not at Depression-era levels yet, it's as close as it's ever been.
You need to start planning now for what happens when you still don't have work in three months. I mean, absolutely continue trying as you are now, but assume the worst and use the time to be ready - because this problem is huge. Big enough that individual pluck just won't cut it. Without some kind of unique edge or miraculous stroke of luck, your prospects are not good.
I don't know what your backup backup failsafe plan might be, but if you have one, it's time to look at implementing it.
EDIT: That maybe sounds mean, which is not the intention. the :tldr: version is that you are in a rowboat in the path of a tsunami. If you have a hatch at all, batten it down.
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This is probably going to sound like simplistic parent logic, but couldn't you just get a job slinging burgers or whatever, suffer for three months, THEN get a job in your field?
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That might make him look worse/more desperate (employer logic is weird like that). And (as Starr has discovered) anybody with high qualifications applying for low-paying employment out of their field is automatically rejected, since the expectation is that these people will leave instantly when they get even the faintest whiff of something better.
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WELL WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY GETTING NEW EMPLOYEES THEN
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That's where the robots come in.
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I've been rejected from McDonald's for being overqualified. A week later the other McDonald's called and told me I didn't have enough experience.
1. It was the same job at both places.
2. I gave them the same information.
3. Not enough experience for McDonald's? Don't they take 14 year olds to run the fryer?
4. :brokenheart:
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The problem is the perceived wealth of candidates out there. For low-paying jobs the field is perceived to be even bigger, so they won't look at you unless you're some sort of proven burger-flipping virtuoso.
For most professional jobs though, this whole catch-22 bullshit is the result of policies that were set during the boom years that just don't fucking apply anymore. The managers at my company are going nuts trying to fill the SCORES of open positions they have, because every promising candidate they have fails to meet some absolute requirement that's not even relevant. They end up just hiring the first guy they can even when every interviewer says "no", and the results are pretty predictable.
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The managers at my company are going nuts trying to fill the SCORES of open positions they have, because every promising candidate they have fails to meet some absolute requirement that's not even relevant.
Why don't they change the rule? Or ignore it?
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because of how efficient and agile corporations are compared to governments.
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What if the people who don't meet the mystery absolute requirement are even worse?
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In my experience job interviews are as often done by the person managing the position they're hiring for as random HR goons. So it's not just looking good in a suit, but looking good in a suit is not to be overlooked.
Knowing the answers to questions you're likely to be asked is the best thing to practice. Describe yourself in 60 seconds, where do you see yourself in five years, etc.
Don't take a job outside your field just to make ends meet, and don't take any non-contract job if you won't stay for at least six months. And if you have to be a Whopper-flopper, don't mention it on your resume. It will bring only pain.
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The rules are deeply entrenched in corporate bureaucracy, and HR literally won't/can't hire people who don't fit the rigidly defined mode. Also, Japan. Not that the same bullshit isn't as deeply entrenched into American sloths like IBM and Microsoft - hell, they're the model for this bullshit.
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My current employer hired me for my smile. Not even kidding. She's pretty vain, however, so it makes sense.
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So 272 days (8 months, 29 days) from when I quit my last job, I have finally gotten an offer for work again. Just waiting for them to send the document for me to sign and fax back. Had I not gotten this offer, I would have had to move back in with my parents by Friday.
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KEEPING FINGERS CROSSED, MAX.
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Apparently in the year 2020 (http://blogs.investors.com/capitalhill/index.php/home/35-politicsinvesting/2128-us-wont-recover-lost-jobs-until-march-2020-at-current-pace) we are all going to be employed. So stop worrying! You've got ten years to get ready for THE MONEY TRAIN WOOT WOOOT!
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Been a bit of a crazy month. GF's been having some pretty serious allergy/asthma issues (we think brought on by the horrifying dust storms we had this past summer). Multiple trips to urgent care, a trip to the ER, a call to the paramedics, and multiple misdiagnoses and prescriptions that made the problem worse later, she's seen a couple specialists who seem to know what the fuck they're talking about and who said we needed to rip out all the carpet in our house.
So we spent the weekend moving furniture out of all the bedrooms. It's just like moving, except instead of loading up a truck you just put shit on your back porch and in your kitchen!
We should hopefully be able to start moving our shit back in tonight. If the amount of time it took to get it out is any indication, that'll take about two days (of course, given that it's no longer a weekend, that will likely stretch out a bit). Then there's new furniture to built (replacing shelves with drawers, etc., to reduce the amount of shit we have sitting out and collecting dust).
And then company coming on Friday!
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The latest! (http://www.corporate-sellout.com/index.php/2011/10/31/trick/)
We've reached a point where the eight hours I spend at work are the LEAST stressful part of my day.
Well, not including sleeping. Which I will be doing in my grandparents' guest bed tonight.
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See now I'm out here in that famed California temperance (even at night) and what is probably the best air quality in SoCal (which might not be saying much) and I haven't seen a single goddam trick-or-treater. Not a single one.
What are kids doing out there in a duststorm when they're too lazy to beg for candy here?
...wait, I answered my own question, n/m.
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The only dust storm last night was inside my house.
If that was unclear it was probably because I wrote that post mostly in-between beers, trick-or-treaters, and choking dust.
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Yeah, the dust storms only roll through like once or twice a year.
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Well, we had that no-seriously-I-am-not-using-the-word-gratuitously epic one in June, and then one that was smaller but still pretty atypically large. We've had a handful of little ones since that are more like the ones we get in a typical year (except without any rain in-between); is that just my part of town?
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Nov 1: A massive fog cloud descends on Rancho Santa Margarita, carrying the dust off the mountain with it. Visibility is reduced to less than a quarter mile.
When you practice witchcraft you don't just dabble, do you Thaddeus?
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I did... something. To my lower back. I don't know what I did. But I regret it.
God damn it.
Typing in and of itself is proving almost too difficult. Because of the pain.
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Slipped disk? Maybe simply a persistent nerve pinch or cramp? How long ago did it start?
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Looks like I'm gonna be spending a few days in a hospital. During a week when I've got 3 tests to take.
Which means I'm probably going to be dropping out of school, because I've already missed quite a lot of classes anyway.
Not like it matters. A BS in math wouldn't get me anywhere anyway.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life.
Fuck.
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Professors tend to be pretty sympathetic to that kind of thing, and even if they're not, if you've got a record that you've been in the hospital, that's pretty good grounds to appeal to the dean.
If you have to file for an Incomplete and finish the class over break, it's better than dropping out.
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There are ways to deal with this, but if you're in the hospital you may need to employ a go-between to get the initial stuff started.
I'm actually guessing his hospitalization fees are the more pressing issue...
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I'm guessing the hospitalization ITSELF is the more pressing issue.
The hospital fees may be the biggest problem but they can be dealt with later. The school situation is best resolved ASAP.
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AS much as I'd like to pump Nex for information and offer generic advice, it's probably better that Nex find an in-person counselor of some kind who has actually seen some of his trouble firsthand.
I mean, I did promise to go and drag him the fuck out of his hole. I could still do that.
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Fair, and of course every case is different.
But I've got some pretty direct and recent experience with trying to juggle somebody's health crisis and education. There are routes for handling both.
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Just to be explicit, I'm only complaining about the quality of my own "advice". The real reason I keep ranting about making sure he's got someone local in his corner is that Nex can stop coming to the boards* if shit gets bad. He can't stop existing corporeally if shit gets bad (I think), so having a real someone around to make sure he gets himself out of the worst shits is probably a more reliable safety net.
*Though I think that coming to the boards when shit gets bad is basically an indicator of bad shits. We're not exactly a reliable crowd for solid counseling/psych advice.
EDIT:
I said reliable. Not good. I know we've got some people who are good for it, but we've also got some others who are not so good.
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The hospitalization itself is the biggest issue. We get government health care, plus I'm covered through my step-dad's employer. College itself has so far been free because of academic and need-based scholarships, but I'm not sure those will hold up to a bad GPA from never going to class and/or actually dropping out of a semester, even if it's for medical reasons. Since the hospitalization is not an immediate I-need-to-be-there-right-now-or-I-will-die thing, we're trying to see if there's some way to schedule it for like a weekend, which sounds weird but at the very least if we put it off until Friday evening I won't miss out on the upcoming tests that each make up 1/4 of the respective grades.
My physician wanted me admitted yesterday. I guess Friday is close enough? I don't really have any clue what I'm doing here, and my parents are not always helpful because they didn't go to college and they don't know how to do anything college-related.
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Slipped disk? Maybe simply a persistent nerve pinch or cramp? How long ago did it start?
Persistent cramp. Started up around yesterday evening. Woke up in incredible pain this morning. Have taken pain killer since, and it's helped so very much.
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College itself has so far been free because of academic and need-based scholarships, but I'm not sure those will hold up to a bad GPA from never going to class and/or actually dropping out of a semester, even if it's for medical reasons.
Which is why you want to get in touch with the professors, right now, and see what kind of accommodation they can provide. "I have to be admitted to the hospital" will get you some extended deadlines and some waived attendance requirements from all but the biggest hardasses, and if you DO end up dealing with the biggest hardasses, then you have solid grounds for an appeal.
I'm not just saying "Stay in school." I'm saying you don't have to suffer bad grades or drop out a semester. You may find yourself playing catchup, and it may be difficult, but in most cases it's better than losing a scholarship. I don't know the specifics of what you're dealing with, so I may be wrong, but speaking in general you've got options.
EDIT TO ADD: And Classic's right, it helps for someone to have your back. Someone who can navigate college politics is good, but even just somebody who can bring you a bite to eat when you're not feeling up to cooking or going out can be a real relief. And if you don't feel like sitting at a computer and typing, finding someone who'll take dictation from you isn't necessarily a bad idea either.
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Christmas music/holiday music gives me a reaction of extreme depression and loathing. Turning any neutral or good mood into an awful one. Also causing me to be incredibly short and pissed off with everyone/everything. More so than usual.
Which is a shame because I used to enjoy the holiday.
Fun times ahead.
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Just when I think I can't hate Christmas music more, some douchey band tries to sing a classic "in their own special way" and ends up butchering it.
That makes me see red.
and green
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Starr bought me a wireless speaker set for my computer and a USB bluetooth adapter to go with it.
Only it turns out that Bluetooth Audio is fundamentally broken and wholly unworkable in Windows 7 (not even updated or 3rd party drivers work, because Windows keeps overriding any installed Bluetooth drivers with its own... which don't support audio over Bluetooth). And that SOME alternate drivers actually have a bug that will WIPE YOUR HARD DRIVE (I love that one tech resource I found just has a little note that just says "BIG BUG."). That didn't happen to me (good!), but it's certainly a discouragement from trying to play around and find a solution! Of course, based on what I could see, those alternate drivers don't work anyway, except for certain motherboard drivers for laptops with built in Bluetooth.
It was supposed to be an early Christmas present. And she already had a terrible track record of gifts turning into giant piles of shit through no fault of her own like this. Now she feels Awful³.
:(((((((
Oh Windows 7, why do you have to be so incredibly horrifyingly fucked up about sound, in every possible way?
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Because PC sound exploits were infamous on previous Microsoft OSes?
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Christ alive it got worse.
Starr literally spent all day working to try and fix this. After hours of searching, she made the speakers work. Oh hey, these speakers actually have kind of crap sound quality... well never mind, it's just for working by, so whatever.
Oh hey, now my USB headset is broken and none of my recording software works anymore.
Okay, after much rage and fury the USB headset works again... still can't record anything.
Finally got recording to work again. But get this. It only works IF the old analog speakers are plugged in and selected as the sound output device. Not when the USB headset is selected, not when the USB speakers are selected, not when the wireless audio is selected, only the analog ones.
TWO DAYS
TWO FUCKING DAYS
ONE FOR ME AND ONE FOR STARR
FUCK YOU IN THE CUNTHOLE, WINDOWS
FUCK ME IN THE EYE WITH A FUCKING FUCKITY COMBINE HARVESTER
FUCK
...
I recognise that at teh end of the day this is not a "Shit Days" level of awful. But Jesus Christ, computers and I do not get along. And Starr is... well, never mind.
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Remember that mole they took out of my armpit? It grew back in less than a month.
So I called the doc "Hey, do you think I should come in again?" "Yescomeseemefirstthinglikeimmediatelynowhangupthephone". Annnnd he decided it had to go. Again (of course).
So MR. DRILLER vs. MY ARMPIT. ROUND 2. FIGHT!
The funny bit was when I asked him what we would do if it grew back a THIRD time. He just gave me this stare, so I said "I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it?" "I like your answer." was his reply.
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Huh. My shin isn't bruised anymore, but it still tender right on the bone and has firm painful-to-the-touch asymmetry with its mirror bone.
Dunno what that means.
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Uh, asymmetry between bones is bad, dawg.
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If something's crooked, you want a pro to look at it before your body gets the idea that it's how it's meant to be.
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Drats. De-invited from my friend's mom's Robbie Burns dinner.
Not because of anything I did though. My buddy Darryl originally invited me and then was like "Well, I'm not being fair, I should invite friends Y and Z too" and then his mom was "errrrrrrr... too many". And that was that.
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"That's not what your mom said last night."
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This is the "my life is a god damned mess" thread in contrast to the "today kind of sucked" thread, right?
Well
I'm broke. I'm pretty sure we all know that by now. I sleep on the floor in the living room of my mother's apartment. We get Section 8 housing assistance.
Well, we did. We won't anymore as of April.
So I need to move, before the end of March.
Now remember, I have a job now. I wash dishes, because of a bad call made by someone with no stake in the effects of his judgment. This was back in August. For five months+ I've been waiting for a promotion back to the line where I started, or at least to anything that isn't washing dishes. Excuses have included that the dishpit is too understaffed to move anyone out of it, it's the holidays and we're too busy to hire or train anyone, or whatever else is topical.
So they just hired a guy to work prep, and I had to train him his first day. That's right, I'm good enough to train the new guy (who actually needed a tutorial on how to hold a knife), but not so good that they don't need to hire a new guy. Anyway, they hired a new prep guy to replace another prep cook moving up to the line.
I checked the schedule for work next week. Not only am I still stuck washing dishes every shift...
...they cut my hours, too.
Welp, time to do something recklessly stupid out of desperation.
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Oh, right. Did I mention I blew what little savings I'd managed to scrape together fixing my van I can't even drive, and the student loans for the schooling that totally got me out of doing menial thankless labor for $9.50 an hour are coming due any day now?
Because hey
R2s gonna R2
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You're going to give up in an unspectacular way?
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Depends on what you mean by "give up". If you mean "discontinue my previous plan of living with low expenses in order to stockpile cash and waiting for the promotion I was promised to come to fruition so I'm making a liveable wage" then yeah, I'm going to have to.
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why are you washing dishes again
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I've spent the last ten days in the worst manic swing of my life. For the last three days I haven't been able to sleep more than few hours at a time, and even then poorly. I tried to take a 3 hour nap before work and didn't sleep through any of it. Now I have an eight hour shift ahead of me and my right hand is shaking uncontrollably. That's my mousin' hand, god damnit.
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Welp, time to do something recklessly stupid out of desperation.
Gave notice today.
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Didn't beg you to stay on or anything?
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The management knows my situation and still decided to leave me washing dishes. On a cut-down work schedule. So it was less begging and more "This is inadequate and cannot continue" followed by "This is not continuing."
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(http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/295/130734063804.jpg)
Hope you find gainful employment soon.
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I'm not sure how I did it, but I jammed my off-hand ring-finger. At first I thought, WHATEVS! I NEVER USE THAT SHIT.
Turns out I was hella wrong. FFFuooowwww.
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Acne and other embarrassing bodily problems. It's like being a teenager all over again except now instead of being new and important it's old hat.
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I jammed my off-hand ring-finger.
Judging by the lingering pains and sensitivity during storms, I guess the tarsal was broken or fractured? Whoops.
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Got something that might be a hernia.
Mitigating good news: Have insurance.
Unfortunately, the insurance is probably going to claim it's a preexisting condition and because I haven't had a physical in 4+ years...
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Ticket for running stop sign on a bicycle (identical ticket if I was driving a car).
Now it doesn't bug me (much) that I got the ticket... it was A Fair Cop, as they say. All on video, entirely my fault, whatever. I shouldn't even get tagged for an insurance hit - apparently my insurer gives leeway for two free minor moving violations before a rate increase (which is pretty big given that Ontario has the worst car insurance rates on the continent).
What bugs me is that it was at the end of a street that goes around the building I work in. I usually don't bike all the way around the building and usually just nip in a side passage straight into the building early on. It is completely inexplicable to me as to why I chose to take an unnecessarily long way around. And there's a different side passage before the stop sign I even thought about taking but didn't (granted there was some construction there). WHY BRAIN, WHY?
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You just like to ride, man.
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Funny side note. While being written up, some dude across the street had his dog literally take a huge shit in the bike lane. I know trying to pull the "Hey! why aren't you writing THAT GUY up?!?" whinge on the cop is a non-starter, so I just kinda laughed.
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They don't have Stop as Yield laws in Canadia?
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Not in Ontario.
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Huh, they don't have them in San Diego, either!
:nyoro~n:
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As far as the US goes I'm pretty sure it's Idaho only.
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Got something that might be a hernia.
After having a doctor manhandle my abdomen, it didn't cause pain. Apparently the plan is now "wait and see".
... Which, as much as it's going to bug the hell out of me is basically the best case scenario here.
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Strained an intercostal muscle. Guess it's three weeks of it hurting to breathe!
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I can't tell if this is Shit Days or Good Times:
The city randomly inspected our building and issued a report (http://www.toronto.ca/licensing/mrab/pdf/activity_reports/27_gamble_ave.pdf).
So the landlord has always been very very cheap. This list runs to the millions of dollars in repairs. INTERESTING TIMES BECKON.
(Actually, I just expect the landlord to send this to Appeals Hell).
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I'm unemployed for the forseeable future. I've also fucked up my unemployment already, but I have to actually wait for them to respond, then drop it in order to start it again.
My health benefits ran out when I stopped working last month. This month I have strange and worrying pains I can do nothing about.
I have a very hard time sleeping unless I am absolutely dead tired because I am going insane from it all.
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i remember how i used to dream about kissing her. the first time i did kiss her it was so awkward because i had no idea how to kiss anyone and i tried to go for the whole open mouth thing but that didn't work out and we had to try again. she was a good sport about it though. there was a day later in a starbucks parking lot when she just kept kissing my cheek and my arm and my hand, trying to loosen me up because i was too nervous. i got over that though and next time we were in the same parking lot i couldn't keep my lips away from her. i remember her saying "damn, baby" because it was just completely different from her last experience trying to get some kind of action out of me (not sexual action but just anything but me locking up with a death grip around my steering wheel). she was the most beautiful girl in the world and i couldn't think of anything but her. i didn't want to think of anything but her. a year has gone by and i'm supposed to be moving on and doing my own thing with college and whatnot but i just don't have any desires for my future and i'm still here in bed crying about some stupid shit that happened instead of living some full adventurous life.
i almost posted this to facebook. thought better of it. not sure it makes a difference.
edit: i'm not even drunk or high. completely sober. just got home from work.
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Also the real irony of it is 2 years ago this girl was just some annoying person who wouldn't stop texting me while i was trying to play TF2 on shadow moses.
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Chin up Nex, you really do have your whole life ahead of you. You may be going through a rough time right now but just try to keep a positive outlook.
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The cruel corollary of that is if you're already down, having a negative outlook generally makes you more down.
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Yikes. Tinnitus in only one ear. I guess that's hearing loss, but the last time I had tinnitus this bad I was nearly passing out and got revived by ammonia. Fff.
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I cut myself pretty bad peeling potatoes. Like, the blood was actually bleeding through the band-aid it was so gnarly. Anyway, I meant to pour some peroxide on it, but I didn't look too carefully at the bottle, so I ended up pouring fucking alcohol on an open wound.
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:mikey:
Well at least it's clean?
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My peeled off flesh is fucking spotless is what it is.
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peroxide (http://peroxideinear.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Peroxide-In-Ear.jpg)
alcohol (http://www.first-aid-product.com/images/M/M313.jpg)
truly we were saddened to learn of Disposable Ninja going blind after cutting himself on potatoes, but before treating the cut.
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Here they have the brown bottles for peroxide too, but if you're buying the cheaper drugstore house brand they come in near-identical looking translucent bottles. Since few things are as wasteful than buying marked-up name brand alcohol or peroxide, well, we live dangerously.
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I chopped up some pretty hot peppers for a recipe Starr's making.
Knowing the dangers of such activities, I washed my hands afterwards.
Then I went pee.
Turns out I didn't wash my hands quite thoroughly enough!
:ohgod:
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Yeah, there's a point with hot peppers where you pretty much want gloves. No soap is gonna get that off your hands in a timely fashion.
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I find that mixing lemon juice with salt and scrubbing your hands with that takes the pepper oils off nicely.
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If you don't have gloves, coat your hands in olive oil before you work with hot peppers. Capsaicin is oil-soluble.
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I've been mistyping things lately. I've always been bad about fumbling words in conversation, but lately I am replacing whole words with similar sounding words when I type, whereas in the past I was usually just bad about typos. It's becoming a persistent enough problem that I am actually noticing it every day. I've also had bouts of dizziness, blurred vision and occasional floaters in my vision.
:\ I am really worried and I really can't afford a catscan.
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Can you afford an office visit? They can't exactly tie you up and feed you to the Yawning Butthole of Science.
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replacing whole words with similar sounding words when I type
It's becoming a persistent enough problem that I am actually noticing it every day.
I've also had bouts of dizziness
I've had the first two problems for about 8 months and the last problem for 3 and I wasn't even that concerned until I saw "catscan" in your post and now I am super worried.
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Can you afford an office visit? They can't exactly tie you up and feed you to the Yawning Butthole of Science.
I can, but if they just want to send me to a specialist it's going to be another bill piling up that I have to pay (or have go on my credit report, more likely) thanks to deductable. I've already got about 500 dollars worth of those I'm hoping they'll stop calling about. I also fucking hate my doctor, but it's not like I can't find another.
If the problem keeps up I'll go see the doctor next week. I'm hoping it's just a medicine side effect but I can't help but let the hypochondriac in me think it's a tumor.
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It's not a Toomah! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OaTO8_KNcuo#)
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(http://brentai.brontoforum.us/images/2012-08-09_21.27.08.jpg)
Oh. Hi.
Suffice it to say I no longer consider the infestation to be a "pet peeve".
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I think at this point fire is the only answer.
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burn your house down and flee the country
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She's just looking for a mate, Brentai~ :suave:
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I took the more sensible approach of turning my garage into a flowing river of poison.
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On the topic of buggin' out, there's a platoon of the water walking bugs from Mario 64 sitting in a puddle right outside my room door. Whenever I open it they jet straight for inside.
Someone call for help, I'm surrounded.
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Once every five or six years I get a craving for a hot barber shave. I diligently do research to find guys with good reviews, I actually lay out a fair, but not exorbitant amount of money (in today's case it was $28), and then, after I come home with a shitty incomplete, shave, stubble, my face chopped up like cheap steak, I remember why I never ever do that.
But today was especially impressive! Not only was he really obviously rushing it, somehow the idiot even managed a half-inch cut right under my eyeball. Like WTF... I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY HAIR THERE YOU IDIOT WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU EVEN DOING?!
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For that kinda money you could buy a straight razor and hack your own face up.
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I know!
Shaving is an immensely frustrating thing for me. The main problem is that I have TERRORIST BEARD, IMPERVIOUS TO MISSILE WEAPONS, AND ALSO NAVAL RAMS. The kind of guy who has 5 o'clock shadow even immediately after shaving (even though my face is totally smooth).
For a while many years back Geo had me on old-fashioned razors, but I just hated fussing with those soap pucks and badger brushes and the like. I find regular shampoo works just fine as long as it's lathered plenty good. The key is that I'm a shave-in-the-shower guy and I only start shaving after the whole bathroom is like a super-sauna. That's better than ANY soap.
A few years ago Starr bought me a really high-end electric for Christmas and while it is a really nice electric, no electric ever shaves as well as a decent blade.
Mostly I just use my old Sensor Excel (I don't like newer 3-blade disposables because they're hard to manoeuvre around my face), but it's a pain in the ass to buy blades for that thing and expensive to boot. $30 for a pack of 10 fucking blades! Each of which only lasts me 1.5 shaves! I used to get two shaves per blade head (barely), but either the grade of titanium my face grows was upgraded, or else Gilette downgraded the grade of steel they use in those blades. I still try to get 2 shaves out of each blade, but man I always feel that second one.
Hell, it's really just the first 3 or 4 strokes with a nice fresh blade head that are really sharp enough. If my razor could just be that sharp all the time I'd have it so much easier.
I really prefer being clean shaven but because of the above (and also because it takes me like a full half-hour to shave), I'm one of those dirtbags that doesn't shave for 5-6 days.
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Man. Six peragraphs just to say "I'm too lazy to BE A MAN."
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Wanting a sharp razor is not manly?
Happy to be a little girl then.
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This reminds me of when I was (even) younger and there was this commercial on TV for a razor that would never get dull and had a lifetime guarantee etc.
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I used to get two shaves per blade head (barely), but either the grade of titanium my face grows was upgraded, or else Gilette downgraded the grade of steel they use in those blades.
Could be both. Shaving strengthens the hair. A friend of mine who works as an esthetician informed me that people who shave their legs regularly often experience the most pain when they wax.
This reminds me of when I was (even) younger and there was this commercial on TV for a razor that would never get dull and had a lifetime guarantee etc.
The company is probably long since folded.
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If you go through blade heads so often, you might want to try a safety razor. Then you'd just be buying the blades rather than over-engineered bits of plastic and tinfoil. Unless that's what you were talking about, rather than a straight razor.
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I figure if I go back to safety razors I might as well just get a really high-quality straight razor.
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My dad thought it was a good idea to invite some woman to stay with us while her boyfriend is out of town or something. I was told she would be here for 2 weeks. That was more than 2 months ago. Because of my anxiety problems and the fact that the vast majority of dad's "friends" are drug addicts who can't be trusted not to steal from us, I really dislike there being anyone here when Dad isn't here. But she just comes and goes as she pleases. Also her boyfriend has been periodically spending a few days here as well. I'm not sure why. There doesn't really seem to be any fucking reason for them to be here at all. Ahem.
Well, Dad and I live in an apartment and we're not allowed to have pets. We're also a few months behind on the rent because Dad likes to give his money away to addicts. I'm not kidding about this, by the way. Over the past couple of years he has, in his words, "invested" almost $2000 into a specific singular person and has just recently decided that the relationship isn't going to work out after months of her sleeping around because she's trying to get pregnant (well to be fair, my dad DID have a vasectomy) and her screaming and throwing temper tantrums every time she comes over to the apartment. $2000 is more than 3 months' rent. Also, my dad owes me $800 now because he keeps having to borrow money to pay off bills that he should be more than capable of paying off (he did it for all those years before I had a job!).
Right, so. We're not allowed to have pets. About 2 weeks ago this woman that has been staying with us (who is different from the "investment," by the way) adopted a dog. A Siberian husky. I objected to the dog being let into the apartment. I object to all dogs being let into the apartment. I was told the dog would only be here for a "night or two" and it has in fact been here for a fortnight. The apartment smells like dog. A couple of days ago, the landlord came by looking for some rent. Dad wasn't here to explain to the landlord why tenants who can't afford rent can afford a Siberian husky that hasn't been trained not to piss on the floor.
On top of all this, a sore throat deal that will most likely become yet another stomach issue for me (shit always drains down) has been going around at work. So about a week after everyone else was over it I got a sore throat. Luckily day 2 is said to be the worst and I have tomorrow off.
I'm at my wits' end. I hate these people and I hate how fucking irresponsible they are. I hate how they just give their money away or swallow it in secondhand painkillers.
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Your landlord knows that there are two people in his apartment who are not on the lease agreement and with a pet, but didn't put his foot down about kicking them out? Might be time to remind him how illegal that is, and how easily he can demand it be fixed.
'Cause your dad isn't going to fix anything with his own dire need to save people who do take advantage of his charity.
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Today I felt enough discomfort coming from what could be a hernia that I feel like I need to revisit the current doctor-recommended strategy of crossing my fingers.
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so i was browsing /b/ on 4chan and i found a gif (note hidden for a reason) [spoiler]of maggots crawling out of a man's urethra[/spoiler]
i don't think i want to be on the internet anymore
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like i mean, i understand that it was /b/
but still
jesus fuck
my innocence
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so i was browsing /b/ on 4chan and i found a gif (note hidden for a reason) [spoiler]of maggots crawling out of a man's urethra[/spoiler]
i don't think i want to be on the internet anymore
:ohgod: The very concept of that makes me lament having an imagination.
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I'm told maggots are used in some medical treatments to remove dead flesh, since they can't/won't eat living tissue. Maybe the guy just had
uh
gangrene
on his
...prostate...
:barf:
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WHAT PART OF HIDDEN FOR A REASON DON'T YOU FUCKS UNDERSTAND
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Sooooo, I think I'll change the topic!
The guys at work were going to do paintball and everybody got all excited. I haven't played in about five years because city paintball (i.e. indoors, paying through the nose for everything) is total shit. But I do still have all my old gear. Like, I have at least three full sets of equipment, plus like five CO2 tanks and a bunch of extra stuff, mods, barrels, etc. Yeah, I was That Guy.
So I got all excited and even went out and bought a nice new barrel I'd meant to buy a long time ago.
Then they cancelled, because not enough people are going to show.
This about sums things up:
(http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b220/Kasumi_K/Ghost%20in%20the%20Shell%20pics/Batou-NoFireFight.jpg)
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(note hidden for a reason) [spoiler]of maggots crawling out of a man's urethra[/spoiler]
Isn't it interesting how no matter how much you warn people they will still look?
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(http://boysandgirlsagency.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/dont-press-the-red-button.jpg)
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(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYX3cdtpZso/SYOg4bhmGGI/AAAAAAAAJmQ/bC4hxuF6tJM/s400/Ren-Stimpy-history-eraser-button.jpg)
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Back on topic...
Fucking changes in the seasons (EDIT: I think I'm coming down with something). It's messing with my fragile/semi-volatile mental state and making me, while very capable of almost autistically focusing on single-task type work, unable to concentrate/pay attention to larger problems and/or outside stimulus. Or if I can, I'm overcome with an extremely thick fog of apathy towards it and have a hard time getting myself to choose to pay attention.
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I know it's cliche, but you really can break any large problem into a collection of small non-contiguous tasks. Doing that is pretty much how I've been dealing with all the major shit that's been popping up everywhere lately.
(Seriously, I have spreadsheets.)
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What brent said. I just need to actually apply that shit.
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Today I felt enough discomfort coming from what could be a hernia that I feel like I need to revisit the current doctor-recommended strategy of crossing my fingers.
So yeah, it's surgery on the 19th barring any new revelations (like I'm secretly pregnant or anemic).
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Awww, Classic's gonna be a mommy!
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This should cost significantly less than that, but I guess I'm going to have some titanium staples right around my wang region.
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Well, thank God for the Internet. I had some bloodwork done the other day, and I just got a letter in the mail telling me that my results were abnormal. First thought: diabetes. Anyway, I tried calling the doctor's number, but I was sent to voice mail. So I'm holding some documents that say there's something wrong with my blood and I can't get into contact with the person who sent them to me. I'm... a little freaked out. I'm sure it's nothing. OH GOD OH GOD I HAVE AIDS DON'T I.
Thanks to the magic of the Internet, though, I was able to figure out that I had a little too much bad cholesterol and not enough good cholesterol. Fucking letter got me freaked out over almost nothing.
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Waiting for the test results but it looks like my girlfriend probably has endometrial cancer. At 27.
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Fuck.
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Damn. Sorry, Rico.
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Bluh, got in a car wreck. I'm fine enough, but the front end took a pretty good hit, she's leaking oil. Thankfully, I never got around to lowering my coverage.
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I briefly pondered lowering my coverage, but after seeing the way people drive in San Diego(I've had more near misses in the 9 months I've been here than in the entire 11 years I've been driving), I've actually increased it.
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Fun fact: the worst drivers in the U.S. are not Asians or Old People. It's Rich People.
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What about rich, old, Asian
people women ha ha you guys I am so funny
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I'm sick today.
So fucking what, you ask? Well, it bugs me. I've always been kind of prone to diseases, but when I moved to L.A., I stopped getting sick. Period. And it lasted the entire two years after I moved back to right-beside-the-train-tracks in San Juan Capistrano, too.
Now, almost immediately after moving to Rancho Santa Margarita, I'm getting sick again, like 2-3 times each Winter. I want to say it's because the air here is too good - that I'm not being inoculated against basically everything all the time anymore - but RSM's air quality index is only 2.8 (http://www.homefacts.com/airquality/California/Orange-County/Rancho-Santa-Margarita.html), so it ain't that. (Btw, Thad - stay in Arizona.) Maybe I've turned my house into a germ warfare horrorfield, but I'm pretty sure this place is still cleaner than my old otaku room or the bedroom I shared with my near-terminal sister. Maybe I'm just getting old.
Either way, I'm no longer immune and I hate it.
[Pretend I could actually find a YouTube of Arnie punching out a car window in Last Action Hero and being surprised that it actually hurts like hell.]
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My first guess is molds.
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SPIDERS BITING BRENTAI WHILE HE SLEEPS.
AGNGNGNGN :3
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:fuckyou:
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"Come to bed, Brentai-sama..." (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1240070)
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Just need to say in public that, yes, that is inches away from me having to ban Buge. But it's not there.
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Because of the site, the picture or the spiders?
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Hmmmmmmmmm... I haven't clicked on that link yet, but I suspect it may not be SFW.
Especially if it's the source for Brent's new avatar.
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It's technically SFW. Like my avatar*.
But yeah if either one is making you nervous around your boss, let me know.
* The source is definitely not.
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Yours might make someone nervous if they could see they text from more than foot away (no my boss is not that closed, but work is relaxed enough that I can have the forums up during working hours and not have anybody care), so I think you're good.
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Today I felt enough discomfort coming from what could be a hernia that I feel like I need to revisit the current doctor-recommended strategy of crossing my fingers.
So yeah, it's surgery on the 19th barring any new revelations (like I'm secretly pregnant or anemic).
There were new, potentially costly revelations and now surgery is on the 5th of Novermber.
I remembered to post about this because someone may have given me tainted chocolate buttercream cake.
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I... don't quite know what to make of that.
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I also ate some of the cake before I realized it tasted a little boozy, had small amounts of mold on it and finally threw it out.
I'm not sick yet though, so maybe I'm spared!
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And then Classic gets fungal meningitis.
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Ugh, I stupidly did a search for the nearest dentist to my house. I keep blissfully forgetting that I live across the street from Orly Taitz's office, and then being reminded of it.
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What if she's actually a really good dentist?
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Nah, the reviews all seem to be in agreement on the point of "OH GOD WHY DID I GO TO A DENTIST WHO I KNEW WAS INSANE AGGGGHHURGHLBURHLGHURKhurkglukguhhhhhhhck".
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Back from the hernia repair.
It turns out I'm a complete bitch.
Didn't pass out except for when I was supposed to though, so that's a win.
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Congratulations on surviving!
:8D:
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Did they let you keep the herniated bits?
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It was a laproscopic (sp?), so I don't think it was possible for them to remove any tissues.
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Was able to take a shower today!
Unfortunately, after the shower I was so exhausted and in pain from swelling that I fell asleep unclothed and uncovered for about 2 hours. That's good.
Fuck.
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And so I step back into the insanity echo chamber that is my sister and mom together for the weekend. At this point I've managed to deal with basically all of it, but it has been one of the biggest annoyances of my life that my literally mentally insane sister's word is the one my mom will take, and spread to everyone they know.
Today's fun: I pick my sister up from the train to take to our cousin's for Thanksgiving. On the way there she can't get the map on her phone open and I make a wrong turn. She follows up by telling me a very correct turn from earlier is where I started making mistakes. Three loops later she's yelling at me every time I try to pull over and look at the map and keeps taunting me that it's not her fault "I wanted to drive around in circles".
We get to our cousin's house and my sister disappears for half-an-hour. She comes in, everything is fine. End of the night and suddenly our other cousin's husband is driving her home (more than an hour out of his way). I get home first to my mom yelling at me about how she already knows what happened. I'm apparently a maniac that was trying to drive into trees and going around in circles (I seriously shit you not this is coming from my mom as a quote from my sister) to find a place to kill her, and as such obviously a giant asshole who "seriously fucking needs help".
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Well, you could always kill them.
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okay, so, i crushed my right index finger today and had to get three stitches in it. my middle finger got squished a little, too, but not as bad. typing this is a pain in the ass with my ring finger.
anyway, my mom came to pick me up, but they towed her car, so my brother had to come pick us up.
so that was my day, today.
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Busted right elbow, though not very badly. Doop de doo I'm a genius.
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The lidocaine is finally starting to wear off in my finger, and now it just kind of hurts all over. I can't really even bend it
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I remember the aftermath of my third (and final) ingrown toenail surgery. When the drugs wore off it felt like my toe was continually being twisted in a red-hot vise for hours on end. I went dizzy when I looked at it because my brain couldn't reconcile its relatively intact appearance with the intense sensation of burning and crushing.
I wouldn't dare attempt to compare various types of pain, but pain in the extremities sure is its own kind of bitch.
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Nothing like sticking a toothbrush as far down the back of your throat as you can to dredge up the last pools of infected stagnant blood.
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BLIGHTED BLOOD!!!
17 SAMSARA AND PARAMNESIA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lg5esBKzUMo#)
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Be honest.
CanDo you apply a Ys track to every event in your life?
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So for the past week, I've had an obnoxious cough/blocked nose.
This shouldn't be a problem but for the fact that coughing and sneezing basically represents another kick to the mesh that got inserted.
On the plus side, the swelling in my testicle has gone down and is generally mild now. Yay for that.
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So for the past week, I've had an obnoxious cough/blocked nose.
(http://i.imgur.com/LdZZE.gif)
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My mother is suffering, for lack of a better word, brain damage due to chemotherapy. It's affected her mood, her emotions, everything.
I am watching my mother deteriorate right in front of my eyes. Turn completely hostile and petty to her own family and be straight up mentally incapable - physically incapable - of stopping it.
Is there a "Shit lifetime" topic
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... typically we just sort of corral that into Shit Days thread.
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Shit [Units of Time] are for things that more qualify as "First World Problems" or "The Petulant Bitching of the Entitled" though I'm certain you're not the first poster to confuse it for a thread to vent about actual suffering.
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I'm not sure there's a distinction between the threads anymore because at some point several of us confused the two and just posted whatever in the one or the other.
I wouldn't worry about it. There are enough shitty times for the membership of this board that we can keep a doubled thread going with ease.
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I always figured Shit Days to be just that, a day gone wrong, whereas Shit [Units of Time] were for extended periods of shittiness, possibly of an indefinite nature.
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That too, was my understanding.
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So my sister, who I've bailed out of several thousand dollars in fuckups over the last year, and her roommate, with whom I've developed a sort of casual relationship with over the last year, are coming to stay at my house for a couple days. After a night of heavy cleaning I spotted an unopened fortune cookie lying around, so I asked out loud how the weekend was going to go and then cracked it open.
"You will be called upon to help a friend in trouble."
Oh.
Thanks, fortune cookie.
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My chonromalacia is slowly evolving into osteoarthritis even though I am furiously mashing the B button trying to get it to stop.
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Ugh. My shit is all whacked up at the moment. Simultaneously feeling kind of depressed and obnoxiously energetic.
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Was this just today or like, this whole week?
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Ugh. My shit is all whacked up at the moment. Simultaneously feeling kind of depressed and obnoxiously energetic.
Welcome to the past year and a half. I feel like shit because I'm not doing anything, but feel like I need to do something, but no desire to do any individual thing from my options of things to do, so I do nothing, and feel worse.
Also I have a Master's thesis due in eleven days that I've barely started.
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Over the last few weeks everything has just gone tits up and is collapsing. I'm trying to cobble together enough money to study abroad in Italy, but that may be out of luck*. A break up with my girlfriend turned into an emotional roller coaster in which she is threatening to say I raped and beat her**, after making my living situation a complete whirlwind. Things have just not been going well for me. And all of this and I still have a paper and two projects for school to finish.
*Naked, transparent appeal for money.
**Not even a shred of truth.
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All-around bad times today for you guys. :/
Constantine, I wanna spot you something, but this is just a really bad time. Maybe in a couple weeks, but I wouldn't be able to any sooner.
Ugh. My shit is all whacked up at the moment. Simultaneously feeling kind of depressed and obnoxiously energetic.
Welcome to the past year and a half. I feel like shit because I'm not doing anything, but feel like I need to do something, but no desire to do any individual thing from my options of things to do, so I do nothing, and feel worse.
Also I have a Master's thesis due in eleven days that I've barely started.
I hear that. I threw down the gauntlet the other day and told my boss how bored I was*. If I had a plan or even the faintest idea of where to go from here, then I'd just get working on it, but I just have no fucking clue anymore.
*This could end positively or it could end badly, but either way it's extremely unlikely they'll actually fire me just for saying that - my performance is unassailable, they're short-staffed as it is, and it took them two months longer than intended to recently find replacement for a different French-speaking investigator who left last year.
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Was this just today or like, this whole week?
Longer than a day, less than a week. Characterized by excessive, sometimes self-destructive masturbation description in spoiler tags for people who have already read too much about my genitals. [spoiler]Loss of sleep. Rash and minor bleeding from surface cuts. Relatively minor as these things go.[/spoiler] Not hot signs.
I do nothing, and feel worse.
Word up to my procrastinator bros.
The only thing that I've found that helps me with this at all are checklists of goals and telling someone every day how many goals I made that day. Currently, I have no such person sitting on my back though.
FUUUUCK
Is basically all I have to say about that. Probably, if you're serious about begging the community it should go in its own thread.
I'd like to help but not so hot for cash either, and I don't think I can take on the kind of side project that would be managing the fallout from this relationship (if anyone is even qualified to do so).
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Word up to my procrastinator bros.
The only thing that I've found that helps me with this at all are checklists of goals and telling someone every day how many goals I made that day. Currently, I have no such person sitting on my back though.
You've got us. Go make a "Things Classic Did Today" thread, Guildhall it if you want it private.
Is basically all I have to say about that. Probably, if you're serious about begging the community it should go in its own thread.
Wouldn't hurt. The generosity of this community was literally all that stood between me and living on the street for a few months there, so I hold you guys in the highest regard.
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Oh yeah! My doctor tells me that unless something drastically changes my knee is likely to degrade to the point where I either have to get it replaced or I'll be in a wheelchair by age 40. Now I have a time limit before my kneecap explodes out of my body and starts flying around the room shooting lasers at the Vic Viper.
Boy that time where I took out tens of thousands of dollars in loans to get a degree that lets me work short bursts of eight to fourteen hours standing up on concrete floors sure was a great idea!
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Did you know anything about this knee problem at the time?
Also, I thought that this thread was for slightly less depressing problems.
Somewhere between Shit days and First World Problems, or perhaps the first world problems that actually might somewhat register as problems.
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I thought this thread was the MORE depressing thread, because it is about the shit that does not stop.
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I'm not sure it was ever really defined too well.
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But I mean, the first arc of the thread is basically "Fuck Salvation Army" (because seriously, fuck those guys) and culminates with the following confessions from Brentai.
The difference between him and me is that I could improve my current circumstances if I needed to and just get a room, but right now I'm counting my wealth in furniture and it's hard to pay ONE COUCH CHACHING just to sleep a little better for a few nights.
So my torture is partly self inflicted, partly circumstantial because my paperwork has been fucked sideways through no fault of my own. Still depressing though.
So even if it was meant to be a Shit Days post... well...
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My knee problem blossomed into its own as I was nearing the end of culinary school. Too late to back out, really.
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I guess it's a good time to start looking to be a guinea pig for a particularly cool prosthesis project... Though given your luck it'll probably drive you insane or something.
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Gizmoduck style uni-wheel, dude.
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If the '90s have taught us anything, it's that R2 needs killer tank treads.
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Started getting these dizzy spells again, about a week ago. They're, at their best, an incessant distraction; more typically, they're legitimately uncomfortable; and at worst they're frightening and dangerous.
I'm hoping it's just allergies, some kinda inner ear thing mucking with my balance, and it'll pass. I don't think it's my meds this time because I haven't changed them up in months.
Last night I thought I was doing better. Then I started to go to bed and knocked my glass of water off my nightstand. After I cleaned it up (and put my sheet back on the bed at 90 degrees from how it's supposed to go), I went to bed; when I realized I still had my contacts in I went and took them out and managed to walk into the doorway and the bed on my way back.
Today I reached for a door handle and missed.
Closest experience I can compare it to was in college and involved brownies. Except that one was fun.
I've got some friends going to Comicon this weekend; I'm thinking of going but if I get up Saturday morning feeling like this I'm not goddamn going anywhere.
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A couple of months ago, the screen protector on my phone broke. One of the little plastic tabs that keeps the device attached to the phone itself snapped off, so the protective plate wouldn't stay on.
And a few weeks ago, the screen broke. Not sure how that happened, but it did. It probably could have been prevented with a $15-$20 investment, but we just flat out didn't have the money for that when we needed it; the car cost us $500 last month and we were already scraping.
So the cost to repair the screen came out to $120. Because we couldn't afford $20, we had to spend $120... and then $20 more to make sure it didn't happen again. Being poor is awfully damned expensive because you don't have enough for preventative maintenance and have to prioritize each disaster as it comes in.
So then I got the enrollment paperwork for my group health insurance from work...
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I forgot my burger was wrapped in foil inside the paper and accidentally set off a fire in the microwave. =__=
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Well, the microwave looks distinctly un-scorched. I don't know about the condition of your burger though.
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I meant the microwave here at work.
My burger was okay, though!
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When I worked for [grocery store], lacking plates in the break room for my Spaghetti-Os, I just stuck the whole can inside the microwave, figuring, "what could go wrong?"
Ever seen a fireball in real life before? None of this XR bullshit, an actual one.
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Certain types and compositions of metal will microwave just fine. I believe tin and aluminum fall nowhere within that spectrum.
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I'm not so sure about aluminum -- although I'm not really sure it was aluminum. I used to microwave a brand of ramen in a cup that apparently had metal-lined lids.
Subsequently, if perhaps coincidentally, that microwave ceased working unusually quick.
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I seem to be developing a dairy allergy. Since my diet is about 75% cheese, this is problematic (and also probably why I'm developing a dairy allergy).
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Well, on the plus side, I now have the opportunity to use the phrase "mangy bitch" and it's not derogatory, it's descriptive.
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That's a lot of fucking cheese...
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That's a lot of fucking cheese...
Enough time had passed between Brent's post and yours, that for a second I thought you were referencing some sort of horrible Wisconsin disaster.