Topic: Shit Days (Read 227694 times)

Alex · « **Reply #240 on:** April 07, 2009, 10:20:13 PM »

Able to survive being thrown off a cliff and a volcano, badass glowing red eye and the ability to turn into a devil monster?

Sign me up for that shit.

Basically, what's going on is I'm living with one of my good friends in a house that is owned by his dad, having moved here to Wyoming from Wisconsin due to lack of viable jobs there. This was all well and good until his younger sister got into a fight with her boyfriend and they split up.

Guess where she went?

Ding ding ding. Into our basement where I intended to move into because I'm stuck in a small bedroom meant for someone 12 years old or younger as I was under the impression his dad was going to fix up the basement since it's in not so great condition.

The stipulation for her getting to move into here anyway was because she had a one year old daughter and that she isn't allowed to bring anyone over, doesn't smoke anything in the house and is not a pain in the ass to us. Except she typically leaves the child in care of people who are similar to herself: drug addicts (and Wyoming is the meth capital of the world), alcoholics, thieves and all around not good people.

A few days we found out that she shipped her daughter out to South Dakota where her ex-boyfriend's family is, so her only really line of defense was rendered invalid.

But wait, there's more!

Last night, she moved a whole bunch of her shit into the garage and the empty storage shed in the backyard.

What. The. Fuck?

Their dad constantly flipflops between saying he intends to kick her out and letting her live in her car or that we have to deal with her because she has no place else to go.

Regardless of the fact she brings people into the house, eats our food and I caught her smoking weed in her room a few weeks ago (and proceeded to fear that work would run a random drug test now that it was in my system) after waking up to her blaring music with excessive bass at 9 AM (roughly 2 hours or so after I get to bed after getting home from work at 5:15 or so in the morning). This is on top of the fact that I find it difficult to sleep as I'm never sure if I'm going to wake up to find all my shit stolen by her idiot friends so I've basically been a massive unhealthy wreck for two months now, running on 3 to 5 hours of sleep and scarfing done the food I buy so it isn't eaten then eating out once I run out because I know that can't be swiped and devoured.

My only option is moving back in with my mom in Wisconsin, which is looking really tempting because I get the feeling their dad could give a shit if I keeled over in favor of being bound by blood ties.

Edit: My roommate's sister has also squandered all the money she's ever been given on drugs and alcohol, wrecked two cars her dad gave her, been caught for drug possession, got a DUI and generally makes a nuisance of herself at all times.

SCD · « **Reply #241 on:** April 07, 2009, 11:38:01 PM »

Hay, what's your education situation like?

The volunteer military system was practically designed as a way our for people like you. My only advice is to throw yourself at a couple semesters of education required in advance for that cushy technician job that will land you in the Rear Echelon where that nice air conditioning unit just happens to be.

It will suck big donkey balls, guaranteed. However, there will be many people there sharing mutual hardship alongside yourself, plus the only heart issues will be IED or bullet-related :)

Something to consider if you believe you're stuck in your current life. If anything, it'll keep you employed for a good five years.

That and I hear they churn out the occasional badass who can fall into a volcano, intimidate with badass glowing green eyes, and strongly believes that he is a devil monster chosen to decide on who lives or dies..

But frankly most of the master chiefs I've met only talk old navy tales and pass such god awful hootch that I've really gone temp-blind a couple times...

Alex · « **Reply #242 on:** April 07, 2009, 11:40:10 PM »

After watching a good friend basically lose his mind by enlisting in the Navy, I can safely say I never ever want to be part of any part of the military.

SCD · « **Reply #243 on:** April 07, 2009, 11:49:04 PM »

I'm a Canadian NCM, so I really cannot say how american units treat their non-commisionned career-wise, and I can only imagine that it's pretty awful right about now to be a line troop or a national guardsman.

Actually, it was pretty bad to be one in 2003, as I recall a national guard intelligence operator pumping gas at a base, which he said was his job the entire summer (can't people pump their own gas?)

Up here, it's a different thing by culture and trade. Regular force sig ops get pounded in the ass, infanteers fight and while recieving perpetually better gear and support, still lack much moral support. Most technician trades such as GIS tech, electrical tecnician, electrician, etc etc have their gripes - but it's more than enough to raise a middle-class family by up here.

Your military is also a frakking behemoth. One part has to be better than the navy BS your friend went through..

Anyways, before you set your mind - talk to guild, or rosencrantz, or someone here who is ex-mil. They are much more capable than myself or yourself of calling me for bs. And don't go groundpounder - the skills you get from there will land you a fine job as a security guard - not much else.

Mongrel · « **Reply #244 on:** April 08, 2009, 02:57:57 AM »

Well, if he actually had a coronary last night, that may actually disqualify him from service.

People who are 23 don't have heart attacks from stress alone. You probably have a serious condition that needs to be looked at, though from your post I think you know that?

Alex · « **Reply #245 on:** April 08, 2009, 04:19:07 AM »

Stress is the biggest factor, but the actual disease (if I even have one) was never diagnosed. So far this is an isolated incident (my first ever, in fact) and I can only hope it's the last one.

More as it develops!

Arc · « **Reply #246 on:** April 08, 2009, 10:16:10 AM »

Everything I touch turns into danger.

Alex · « **Reply #247 on:** April 08, 2009, 07:15:06 PM »

Quote from: Arc on April 08, 2009, 10:16:10 AM

Everything I touch turns into danger.

But your touch is so good.

So my trip to heir doktor amounted to four things.

1) It's not a disease, it's just constant stress for the last two years.
2) GRABBAN PEELZ
3) Stress management is now mandatory.
4) Once the roommate's sister is gone and a couple months to relax and recovery, I'll be back to normal.

Also, I'm so drugged up right now.

Arc · « **Reply #248 on:** April 08, 2009, 07:43:54 PM »

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Alex · « **Reply #249 on:** April 08, 2009, 08:37:10 PM »

trippan balls!

Mongrel · « **Reply #250 on:** April 09, 2009, 02:58:36 AM »

Is there any permanent damage? Because heart attacks often tend to do that kind of thing.

Alex · « **Reply #251 on:** April 09, 2009, 03:38:56 AM »

The doctor said it was relatively mild, so there was no long term damage.

McDohl · « **Reply #252 on:** April 09, 2009, 05:27:36 AM »

Quote from: Kazuyalex on April 07, 2009, 11:40:10 PM

After watching a good friend basically lose his mind by enlisting in the Navy, I can safely say I never ever want to be part of any part of the military.

Aww, Alex, you're so nice to me.

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Alex · « **Reply #253 on:** April 09, 2009, 06:04:53 AM »

Yeah, my observations suggest that there's only three outcomes to military enlistment.

1) You go crazy (

optional).
2) You go less crazy and just become bitter and unhappy.
3) You come out perfectly fine.

The first two are significantly more common.

Büge · « **Reply #254 on:** April 09, 2009, 06:19:46 AM »

Quote from: Kazuyalex on April 09, 2009, 06:04:53 AM

Yeah, my observations suggest that there's only three outcomes to military enlistment.

1) You go crazy ( optional).

Quote from: Kazuyalex on April 09, 2009, 06:04:53 AM

2) You go less crazy and just become bitter and unhappy.

Quote from: Kazuyalex on April 09, 2009, 06:04:53 AM

3) You come out perfectly fine.

Kazz · « **Reply #255 on:** April 09, 2009, 08:15:36 AM »

You can get pills even when there's nothing wrong with you?

Fuck. And I've been trying to go it unmedicated.

Kayma · « **Reply #256 on:** April 09, 2009, 08:17:31 AM »

The people I've known to join the military always seem to get married as soon as they get out (or in some cases, even earlier).

François · « **Reply #257 on:** April 09, 2009, 12:22:13 PM »

I've been scheduled for a root canal today. When it was over I thought that the mild, painless experience would be a good fit for the "what I've learned today" thread, despite how I was pretty sure it'd go into "shit days" before I went in.

Then, during the last phase of filling up and sealing the tooth, it partially collapsed. Now I have another appointment next week and I have until then to decide whether I want to spend zero or one or two thousand bucks on a replacement. "No replacement" is technically an option but not really.

I got some research to do on the subject but so far it looks like the omgexpensive will be the way to go. Ehhhhhhh.

Kayma · « **Reply #258 on:** April 09, 2009, 01:37:12 PM »

Oh snap, the tooth collapsed? Jeesusss. I actually just had a root canal, and I was just pissed that the crown isn't seated right. Condolences.

Arc · « **Reply #259 on:** April 09, 2009, 01:41:42 PM »

Threaten to sue them for malpractice and get a free tooth and some gold up in there while you're at it, dog.

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