The Not Happy Thread

Oh. That sounds arse about tit to me. Does your day shift start stupidly early or something?

 

Working on my first poetry publication and realizing I am becoming a perfectionist. Not upset... just annoyed at the fact it is going to take me about a year to finish the poems.

 

I feel so grumpy and irritable, and the only reasons I can think up of are kind of 'what' and it happened a month ago. And, of course, picking a fight about it with the user who I think started it (the user is on this forum, just so y'all know) probably won't help. Doesn't help that my irritation is convincing me that the user wouldn't give a shit and would think me a whiny, overly-entitled baby.

Not that I've improved it by PMing them random things like "How are ya!" and "What do you think of xyz."

It's like, a part of me wants to know it's all right to feel angry/bitter about whatever it is, but another part of me is wondering if it's really mature of me to be PMing them endlessly.

 

Probably not the best choice since you risk waiving your right to "clean hands" in whatever matter is between you and this person.

Look - and I can only speak from my own POV as a mod and an admin - the one privilege that all of you have that I don't have is the ability to filter the people with whom I engage. I have to deal with every and all, no matter what. Since I cannot put anyone on ignore, I have to do it the old fashioned way and just let my eyes go unfocused as I pass over a given person's posts, until and unless said person becomes a sufficient nuisance that I have to refocus my vision and put on my mod hat and go to town, as they say, which is never a pleasant affair for me, no matter how much some people need to feel that I get my jollies out of victimizing them. (smh)

Whatever is, Link, let it go. You're a known member here in the forum. You're someone everyone recognizes. Don't let whatever this situation is taint your good standing here as part of our community. Whatever it is, if it's not happening to you in the physical world, then it's just photons on a screen and totally not worth it.

 

You know what grinds my gears? It's the fact that they don't sell Sabrett Hotdogs where I live. WTF?! Oh, the humanity!

 

Thanks, Wrey. You're always the voice of reason when I'm about to go crazy. I'll let it go and move on. <hugs everyone>

You get hugs too. Life's a lot better when you're not holding onto whatever grudge you've got -- no matter how justified you think it is.

 

Online you can ignore people easier than in real life. I know this for a fact. If I witness an asshole the best I can do is walk away or pop in my earbuds, but the luxury of the web is that you can cut off toxic people with one click. This isn't true for the real world and maybe this is why people would rather connect via a glowing screen than face to face. You can walk away from someone in real life but if they are corrosive enough they usually follow you and sometimes you are required to be around these people.

It's a harsh truth and I'm sorry if it comes off tough, but it's a fact of life. It reminds me of the first Purge film and the most recent season of South Park. In The Purge Ethan Hawke states that nothing is impenetrable and South Park takes this further by saying there is no safe space. It's sad but true.

Even with this great technology at our fingertips humans still need sunlight and real verbal conversation once in a while. If it were up to me I'd stay in my house all day because I'm afraid of the horrible things people do to one another, but I still go to the coffee shop, sit down and read, and mind my own business. I exist around people, but I'm an introvert for the most part. Sometimes I do get someone who comes up and talks to me while I'm reading a good book or I had a guy once sit right smack dab beside me and hassle me to scoot over, despite there being numerous empty tables in the library with electrical outlets at his disposal.

I didn't argue, though. I couldn't concentrate and it was useless to remain at the library to write if I couldn't concentrate on my work, so I packed up and browsed the books for a minute. Several seconds later I looked over and he was gone.

 

Way I see it, people are like bags of cotton and bags of dog shit. Some have more cotton than dog shit, others are just pure dog shit. The question is, are you gonna hang out with the cotton-people or the dog shit-people?
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FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS-WARNING
Writing my Colonial mystery is a pain sometimes, and it's chiefly around Amos' blindness. He's MOSTLY blind, can see blurred objects and people when he's close to them and under the right lighting, but sometimes I write it as if he CAN see them just fine, such as when the sun's behind him and the person he's facing and he can make out their physical outline moving.

Oy...

 

When I create a document for you and give it to you three weeks before the deadline, please do not wait until the day it's due and then ask for a million changes. Especially when your changes are ridiculous because you don't understand the English language. While we're on the subject, don't hire a professional writer, add grocer's apostrophe's to all her plurals, and then argue when she won't put them in.

I need a holiday.

 

So that's what those are called!

 

Pooter

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but I'm the same, get all distressed about 'Yours Sincerely.' Even typing it is a pain to my heart.

 

They're more common than haberdasher's hyphens and fishmonger's colons. Xenomorph's interrobangs have yet to be discovered, fortunately.

 

I could be "not happy". I don't know. It was sort of expected.

I bought a game on eBay. It was $25.00 for a game that goes for at least $100.00 for some reason. The seller had n0 reviews. I had nothing to go on, so I took the plunge.

The game came in today. But it wasn't the game I ordered. What I got instead was Odin Sphere: Leifthrasir.

Like I said, I'm not "not happy". I'm pleased I, at least, got something in return for my money, but I'm unpleased by the fact I got the wrong game. It's not a shit game like Alekhine's Gun or Dogchild, it's a good but tedious game. I'm going to sit on this for a while.

 

I don't know where to put this so I'm putting it here.

My roommate got a new job last Saturday. He worked one night and hated it. He called a friend to see if he could still get unemployment if he quit. Friend said no, you gotta get fired. Roommate worked that night and never worked again, despite the fact that he told me he was supposed to work four days in a row. When asked about the other two work days, he said he got someone to cover his shifts so he could rest and recover.

Two days later, he had no new scheduled days to work. He even showed the schedule to my husband as proof. When my husband asked if he was going to call and figure out what was going on, my roommate said, "why?"

It's been almost a week since then, so my husband talked to him today and told him he has to call them. It's his job and he needs to work. Just asked him about it, and you know what he said his work told him?

"We forgot you worked here so we stopped scheduling you."

When probed, he then changed it to, "they thought I quit." They already put in the paperwork, so he is, once again, unemployed.

Does he think we're stupid? We know what happened. He didn't get those two shifts covered -- he just didn't go in. He was hoping he'd get fired so he could still collect unemployment, but -- surprise! -- not going into work is considered job abandonment (aka quitting).

I would've supported him quitting because his job really did suck. I would've been disappointed in him for quitting before finding something else when this is the first job offer he's gotten in four months... But I wouldn't have been that upset. Now, I'm upset. I'm pissed. Because he's lying to us. He's running out of money, forcing us to pay more because he has to pay less, and he can't even be honest with us. After years of living together.

So mad right now.

 

I totally sympathize with the sense of betrayal you must be feeling - you thought you could trust him and apparently you can't.

But I don't agree with the idea that he's forcing you to pay more... he's forcing you to make a difficult decision, absolutely, but he can't really force you to decide to pay more, can he? I mean, there are other options - kicking him out and finding a new roommate (assuming you can't afford to live without a roommate) seems like a viable option at this point. I totally understand that you might prefer to hold onto this guy and take the hit, but that's your choice, right?

Don't disempower yourself by acting like you have absolutely no choice in the matter. And maybe remind him of that?

 

Just had a dream that my cat (who died two weeks ago) came back as a kitten.

Gee, thanks, brain. If this weren't a work night, I'd punish you with alcohol and chips and all sorts of other unhealthy things.

@Lea`Brooks - I think this guy is a complete assface; seems to me he's one of those folks who thinks it's a lot easier to mooch off of other people so he doesn't have to get a job.

 

Whatever happened to the mandatory house survey? Did your sellers cheat on the wiring thing? Have you got comeback?

 

@Lea`Brooks - Yes. Your roommate is only there because you need his contribution to your rent, right? So if he's not making that contribution ...ootski. Where do you legally stand on this issue? Do you have to give him notice or something? Do you have your living arrangement in the form of a legal contract? (If not, why not....)

 

yes

 

It's a different process in England to Scotland and we don't have the home report thingy. But in any case, I rent. So on the happy side, I didn't have to pay for any of the repairs.

 

No, you're right. He's not forcing us -- he's forcing me.

You know how in some marriages, the couples often fight about in-laws? Your mother babies you, your father is overstepping his boundaries, blah blah blah... Well me and Bernie (my husband) don't fight about our in-laws. We fight about our roommate Mike. They've been best friends for something like fifteen years and Bernie is blind to him. He actually believed Mike when he said his employer "forgot" he worked there. As soon as Mike walked away, I said, "you know he's lying, right?" He doesn't. He's just humoring me.

We actually had a conversation about Bernie's sister two days ago. He said that she often plays the victim and uses that position to get her way. As long as things are tough for her, she doesn't have to pay for anything or stand on her own two feet (she is unemployed and lives with her parents, who pay for everything and are even talking about buying her a new car for no reason). So I told him straight up. "I feel the same way about Mike." He said he didn't disagree with me but made excuses as to why Mike is different, even though he isn't.

He's been unemployed since November. He found out in October that the company he worked for was closing, but instead of looking for a job right away, he decided to sign up for a two week class to get a certification that was supposed to help him find a job. But it's been months and he still doesn't have a job. Hasn't even had an interview. He claims he's trying, but I'm losing faith. He filed for unemployment, but it barely pays enough for him to live. So my husband offered to lower his rent until he could get on his feet. Mike was getting ready to interview for this job, so I agreed to cut his rent back until he could start getting paid.

And then he quits, hanging all of his hopes on this interview he's supposed to have tomorrow. There was even a massive job fair in town last week with like twenty companies looking for help. Mike didn't go because he was "tired."

It was from 11-7pm! Take a nap, put on nice clothes, and find a freaking job!

But no. He stayed home. And now he's just mooching off of us. He doesn't help with groceries. He doesn't do chores around the house. (I mean, when you're here all day, how freaking hard is it to run the dishwasher?) He doesn't help with the cats. So I'm wasting money buying food that I don't get to eat, I'm burning through my savings that is supposed to go towards a new car for me or our big move back to Illinois next year, I'm stressing to keep up on housework because me and my husband work too much to deal with it, and my husband is perfectly okay with it. Hell, my husband is paying his sister to come clean our house instead of making our lazy ass roommate get off his computer and do something.

When me and Bernie first got together, he lived with Mike. And it was the exact same shit then. Mike knew his company was going under, didn't look for a job, and was unemployed for months. Me and Mike fought constantly until he moved out with three days notice. He lived with another friend of theirs for a while and got his act together (because his new roommate made him). So when me and Bernie needed a roommate, we figured it'd be okay to live with Mike again because he'd grown up so much. And it was fine got a while, but now it's the same as it was before. Because my husband enables him. He lets him be lazy and take advantage of us because they're friends and my husband is too nice to kick him out.

He'd better hope this job interview goes well, because this is his last month taking advantage of us. If he doesn't find a job by April 1, he's going to have to make some serious changes.

He is definitely a complete assface. And just to make his mooching worse, he's here all the time. I haven't had five minutes of alone time in four months. And as an introvert, it's really starting to take a toll on my mental health.

There's no legal contract, because my husband trusts him, though I don't know why considering the way he abandoned us last time... I'm all for kicking him out, but my husband comes up with great excuses as to why we can't. Mike would have nowhere to go. Some money is better than no money. Mike is his friend and he can't abandon him. Blah blah blah.

I don't care about Mike. I don't even like him. If it weren't for my husband, I'd gladly never talk to him again. So where he goes isn't my problem. He's 30 years old. Time to grow up and take care of yourself. And no, some money is not better than no money. Because without Mike, our electric bill would be lower. We'd have more food in the house. We'd have less mess to clean up. We'd have an extra room to store our stuff. We'd have constant alone time as a couple for the first time in our entire relationship. We're both working now. We can manage it.

But my husband is too soft when it comes to Mike. But I'm not doing it anymore. If he doesn't get this job, I'm telling my husband that he has until the end of the month to find something or he has to get out. Or at least pull his damn weight and help around the house. Room and board in exchange for a live-in maid. But he's not freeloading for one more month. Not doing it. I'm done.


Sorry for the massive rant.