My condolences for both of your pets. Like losing part of the family :(
Spiraphantom, about your cat wandering off, we've had both dogs and cats do that, too... or when they can't get outside, they choose somewhere out-of-the-way like a bathroom closet. It seems to be an instinct they have. How they'll know it's their time and they don't want to burden their families with the body they leave behind. It's very sweet of them, in a way... very bitter-sweet part of nature.
Anyway, I'm sure they had wonderful lives and hopefully that cute little kitten can fill the big paws left behind.
I've been having trouble keeping my Type 2 Diabetes in check. My sugars just wont go down. I've changed my diet completely and have had no junk food at all. I'm on 9 pills a day and now I've been given some injection (not Insulin - yet!). I'm constantly drained and sleepy. Nothing anyone can do, I just needed to vent.
I’m so sorry to read this. My life is in absolute shambles right now and things aren’t looking up but I read something like that and realize others have it much worse than me. I hope you start feeling better. Not sure how diabetes works but I hope you’re able to get it under control and feeling like yourself soon. :)
My coworker does this really annoying thing where he fucking wanders off to do shit that isn't immediately needed (like moping the floor instead of helping with the dishes during dinner rush when I'm the only person in the dishpit) and he stops in the middle of working to talk about FUCKING VIDEO GAMES AND ANIME, then he casually wanders off and disappears for 20-30 minutes at a time.
I've only worked there for 7 days and I already hate him.
My super-duper cool coworker looks like Lionel if he shaved his head and went from being 6'5" to 5'6" lol. He's kinda stern and mean, but he's patient. I like him. He has great work ethics, but I can tell he really wants to be a cook instead of a dishwasher. He kind of has a thing for this waitress and gets mushy (in a professional manner!) around her (it's really cute). He also doesn't like our lazy coworker either and has dealt with him for a year. God bless that man's patience.
Apparently the kitchen has been short staffed for like.. 3 months at this point, so the amount of work I've been doing is double to triple what I should really be doing. Lazy coworker doesn't help much, other cool coworker is great but she works in the adjacent kitchen and only comes over when I really need help. I'm the shortest/smallest (and weakest) person employed in the whole facility, and I'm new so I need a lot of help. Everyone's been really accommodating to my physical limitations
My first day working was on Friday and I stayed an hour overtime to help cool coworker finish shit up because it got really crazy. Lazy cw just casually waltzed off and did other shit before his shift ended before dinner rush.
On my third day I ended up crying in the bathroom for a couple minutes because I got yelled at for other peoples' fuck ups lol.
Today I worked for 6 hours straight and didn't have a break until my lunch/dinner break (20 minutes). Out of an 8 hour day, I only got 1 break because lazy coworker wasn't pulling his weight. I'm supposed to take a 10 minute break every 2 hours, but I try to make it every 3-4 hours to accommodate for the dinner rush and prep stuff, and so cool coworkers don't get swamped with shit.
I'm fucking exhausted.
I hope that my bosses (who are really cool) will consider giving me a raise after my 3 month review.
My allegiance is to those who are alive, those who wear it on their sleeve, who do not run and do not hide. Redbubble shop| Etsy shop
Now it's good how it updates more, especially after the burnt out period, BUT I cannot enjoy some Rn'R. Since all I think is "One more page, one more page...". It's either all burnt out, or all workaholic.
I'm stressed and nobody in my family seems to notice and they give me shit for not having my life together and for not being able to prioritize correctly about minor things. A soon as I tell them to not do that they get pissed instead and I go into panic attacks that they also seem to not notice and I'm pretty sure I'm just overdramatizing everything as usual.
Well I live out in a pretty much isolated area which is great in one way but sucks when I need people to call out. I'm cleaning up the property at the moment and I needed one of those small skips to be dropped off. So I contacted a crowd last week and they said they'll send someone around. Waited all week and nothing. Finally got a call this morning saying they'll be dropping it off before lunch.
Now the entrance to my property is kinda hard to see off the main road so I offered to wait down there so they wouldnt miss it. And the guy on the phone said blah blah blah we'll find it no problem. Well only 10 minutes ago, the guy call and asks for directions again! I ask where he is and he's gone way past up the road. I tell him he'll have to drive back down and he says that he'll be back down in an hour. He's going to go have his lunch. Ugh! >:(
Two times a week I go to a place for unemployed younger people (~18-25). A place that is meant to keep us busy. I get paid enough for rent for going there, but here’s the thing:
It’s meant to keep us busy. What it’s actually doing is making me drive there, sit down at a table and do nothing for 4 hours. I never know the plan for the day (which stresses me the f out) or if there’s anything to so at all, usually there isn’t, so most of the times we’re just a few people sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Just waiting. My anxiety has gotten so much worse because of it. If I’m in a room full of people I don’t know, and we’re in complete silence I’m scared to even breathe. I’m not joking, I’ve had to tell myself to breathe quieter because I got scared they might think I’m annoying.
What could make this worse?
This place is in a town an hour from my home town. I’m going on a trip in less than two weeks and I need to get a lot of stuff done before then. Instead I’m forced to pack essentials, drive for an hour, go to a place I despise and a place I get nothing done at all, go to my apartment in that town, do nothing until the next day, go to the same place, get nothing done again, go to my apartment, pack my stuff back up, drive an hour again to my hometown, pack up and work on what needs to be done before the trip, while also being exhausted and constantly sidetracked because of anxiety.
I realize this sounds very much like a spoiled brat, but I’m just so done. I’m done. I get shitty so called ”help” for my mental health and shitty ”help” for my social and work skills. So much is promised to me yet everytime I’m underwhelmed and disappointed. I’m just so tired.
I realize this sounds very much like a spoiled brat, but I’m just so done. I’m done. I get shitty so called ”help” for my mental health and shitty ”help” for my social and work skills. So much is promised to me yet everytime I’m underwhelmed and disappointed. I’m just so tired.[/spoiler]
That honestly sounds like a nightmare. Most of my friends have mental health issues, and a couple have autism. Not knowing what activities are planned for the day - and sitting there, not knowing - that would drive them. Then sitting in a crowd of strangers you don't know. It doesn't matter if they're nice or not, it's not a controlled environment - I think I would just be exhausted after that. But you're doing it in exchange for rent help, so it's not like you could just stop going. argh.
My days are never as bad as some people's here, but I think it's finally gotten to this point.
Been searching for a job and apartment for the last few.... months, actually. Need an apartment and job pretty seriously now, not super-bad, but yes, it must happen. Went specifically apartment hunting today, out and about with my car.
Couldn't find the apartments. Literally could not find them. Not too savy with maps, and I don't have one of them smart-phones on me, so I was frigging lost and it was embarrassing.
Then, after getting some ice cream because it was over 90 degrees today, I found a local and pretty major comic book shop and went inside to browse. Bought nothing, but I did inquire about the 3rd volume of my favorite comic book series, Scales and Scoundrels. I had already known it was cut off at #12, but a 3rd volume up to comic #15 had been scheduled. That was cancelled.
Then, irritated and very sad, I went to my friendly local game shop. My favorite game, Monsterpocalypse, a Miniatures Game, had been pulled from the shelves and wasn't going to be restocked.
After not doing so for two years, I finally contacted Dr. Zombie (Spirit Halloween's animatronic help desk) for a problem with my Jack Skellington animatronic's arm. However, I got a response, and I'm being asked for:
· Proof of purchase
· Phone number
· Exact date of purchase
· City and State of the store you made the at
· Last 4 digits of the card you used to make the purchase
if I don't have proof of Purchase.
-I bought the animatronic 2 years ago
-I was young and didn't keep the receipt
-I can't remember the day I purchased it
-I bought it offline
ALL THIS, just because Jack Skellington's arm is clicking. Is it too much to just say "Yes, there seems to be a problem with the arm's pulley system" and a fix or something?
EDIT: Okay, few minutes later, I'm beginning to think this sounds like a "Not Always Right" complaint. But I still have a gripe, maybe not to the person behind the Spirit Halloween eMail account, but with myself.
If I get that Sam decoration I'm keeping the receipt.