I keep expecting her to come into my room at any moment, meowing to hop onto my lap as I type this post.
My boy found a kitten down the back of the farm. January, no mummy around, and so I'm mommy now, and wiping his bottom. Tho truth told, proper mommy took over, and it is very tender, in memories, lady and kitten all snuggled together. He's called Pepper and replaces Tiggy, euthanised by the harsh, and urban Brighton veterinary. My collie dog will have to wait, I need to find him first :/. I'm sorry about your pussycat @LTW, I do understand.
Yeah. I'm still doing quite a bit of that, too. The first few nights were hard - our bedtime rituals, the snuggles before sleep... Damn it.
It's going to be really hard for me to go to sleep now. I know on the outside I'm not crying my eyes out or anything, but I'm torn to hell and back on the inside. What's worse was that I never got to say good-bye, never got to see her body. A part of me believes she's still alive in the vet recuperating and we're just waiting for the call to come pick her up.
I left my dog with my parents, while I went off travelling for a year. I know that sounds utterly irresponsible on my part, but I had discussed it with them ten years before, and left him with them a couple of times already while travelling. They were okay with it. In fact, it was a precondition of me taking on the pet that they would accept him when I buggered off for a while. Hmm, whatever way I say this I sound like I'm in the wrong... but it was kinda like a joint effort- they were scared they might die on him, and I knew I was too flighty to look after him full time, so we kinda shared him. Anyway, I came back from China, and they had him put to sleep in the mean time. He was healthy as shit before I went, I came back and he was incinerated. The worst part is that I go to bed and imagine him sleeping there (we weren't gay, we just enjoyed each other's company, perhaps a little too intimately) and now my bed is no longer occupied by Bark Obama.
Really. I was determined that my calico would live to be 18. She did, plus five weeks. I should have made it 20 or 22.
What? What did they say happened? Don't feel guilty, or I'll have to, too. I went abroad to grad school and had to give my first calico cat, my beloved Didon, to some friends. I don't know if I was hoping to reclaim her after the three years; I guess it would have depended on how well she'd bonded with her new food slaves owners. Anyway, come to find out they let her be an indoor-outdoor cat, in the city, when she'd almost never been out of my third floor apartment. The summer after I went to England, she walked out one day and never returned. They told me they asked around and searched, but neither she nor her remains were ever found. I confess that for years I hoped she'd only been stolen and someday would return home. But that was 24 years ago.
We really ought to have more features in addition to 'like'. Maybe stuff like: 'lol', 'thanks', or 'my sympathies' and we select it from a drop down menu?
My dad's a complete asshole and I'm getting tired of it. He's incredibly impatient, bigoted, stubborn and rude always has some nasty say to someone behind their back. I almost hate doing anything with him because of his impatientness and irritability. He wonders why I don't smile whenever I'm around him, but then he goes and does something that pisses me off either indirectly or directly to me. I'm still looking for work so I can save up to move to into my own apartment. He still wants us to move in a bigger home together with my little sister, but my mind is made up and I really don't want to live with him or his behavior anymore. I keep telling myself that if I stood up for myself and expressed how I felt then we wouldn't be talking to each other anyway.
My left thigh ate a few heavier-than-usual roundhouse kicks a week ago, and it's still not healed even though usually I'm okay within a week. This very irritating dull ache lingers in the muscle, reaching all the way to the knee joint. I think I need to find a safer hobby, like crocheting or scrap books or, I don't know, start making YouTube videos about pantyhose life hacks or something. "prepare to get banned in 3... 2... 1..." "you're a right [insert a witty Scottish insult]" I'll think of more positive ones when I'm having a better day!
I have this colleague, he's a first rate arse. I'm sorting next day orders from yesterday and he shoved me out of the way. Normally, I don't care about his behaviour. But two things cross the line with me, one is disregard for health and safety, and the other is a lack of professionalism.
Prick. I worked with a man like that, who had a problem with women. I waited until a (male) director was in earshot, and said, "Excuse me? Don't speak to my like that." The director gave him a long look. Arsehole trod very carefully around me after that.
Unfortunately for him, but not only does it cross a line wherein I get management involved, but we have a new boss in two weeks and we had a new area manager (district manager to Americans) last month, so I can get in there before he has a chance to develop a rapport with the earlier. In short, his timing couldn't be worse for him.
Hi everyone, I'm new to this site! Thought this would be the perfect thread to let off some steam in hopes of coming up with some good material! So, i'm 23 and been suffering with depression for 10 years (also been 8 years since my Dad passed away). I'm basically ranting about a so called "friend", she claims she's helping me by putting me "out of my comfort zone", surely that's for me to decide? She even said to my face that she likes to make me feel uncomfortable and awkward! She invites me out and then abandons me the whole evening or constantly tell me how stupid and ugly I am. If I ever tried standing up to her, she would just say "it's your medication that's making you like that". NO! I have as much right as anyone else to be pissed off when someone is unkind! I know I need better friends but it's hard when she is someone who knows pretty much everything about me, she's going away to New Zealand in May though, which may help me slightly..
@PrettyLittleBryan She sounds toxic, cut off all contact, if she comes over, don't let her in, if she calls, don't answer, if she guilt trips you, call her out on it. I have pretty much done that to my mother since I moved out. I only talk to her at length because I still love my dad (we've disagreed but he and the family pet are pretty much the only ones I don't want to throttle). Speaking of family... My sister cannot wrap her head around how target audiences work. She put a thing on her Facebook feed which implied anime is racist because it doesn't want black people in it. Aside from the fact that that's baloney, anime is written for Japan by Japanese people, I tried to explain this and she gives replies that stink of ignorance and the Black Lives Matter kool-aid. And her dream is to make stop motion movies...
@S A Lee Like I said, it's hard when you've been friends for so long! But I think her moving away will give me the opportunity to cut all ties and really see how much better I am without someone like that around Coming from someone who enjoys anime, she is so far from the truth! The majority are based in japan for crying out loud
^ Some relationships are just too toxic, Bryan. It's a two-way street, and if she doesn't respect you or your needs then she isn't meant to be your friend. As for my Not Happy Submission #1,989: Woke up today and my voice is all screwed up. It's croaky, hoarse, and I can't really speak loud enough. Yaaaay! >:[
Sorry, was miles away, literally. I cannot argue because I was away so much, so I kinda lost the right to argue... but still :/. Cats go missing all the time, often some old women puts them in a bin.
So my sister has recently discovered a slow leak in one of her upstairs bathrooms that ended up doing some damage (mold, replastering, etc) damage to her home. She told me how much it was going to cost to fix it, and mentioned how inconvenient it was to lose the use of the affected room, as well as the inconvenience of needing to have her inlaws take care of the dog while the repairs are being done. I'm not happy that she's inconvenienced. But the number she mentioned for the repairs is greater than my net worth, and I'm debt-free. I think I made a wrong turn somewhere in life.
This week: The insulin pump that keeps me alive on a daily basis malfunctioned. The manufacturers organised a new one, but for 24 hours I had to put up with the pump sounding an alarm every five minutes. Including at night. This alarm cannot be turned off or even muted, as a safety feature. All the lights in my new house failed. Electrician discovered faulty wiring. I found an abscess on my cat's head, and it cost £70 for the vet to tell me I did a good job squeezing the pus out (it smelled like the worst diarrhoea you could possibly have) and he would be fine. The oven began leaking gas, is now condemned, and won't be fixed until Monday. Yay for a weekend of instant noodles. Colleague sabotaged a project because she was being fired (for being fucking shit at her job) which created such a stressful situation that boss took me out for a lunch, involving alcohol, to calm my nerves. I am usually the one going, "Nahh, don't worry, it'll all work out fine." I feel like I'm in a Final Destination film.