The Not Happy Thread

As an Official Boring Person (OBP), I am familiar with this feeling. This is why I hardly ever talk to people. They just roll their eyes and plug their ears and go back to reminiscing about whatever happened last season on Real Housewives of Wherever.

 

I refuse to accept that a squirrel could ever be boring.

 

Squirrels are persons of fur. Your question betrays your speciesism.

 

OMG species privelege is my trigger.

 

Yeah...what about us cats?

 

Buncha pussies, if you ask me.

 

*Sniffs you inquisitively*. What a weird dog. I'm gonna go eat my own vomit.

 

I know kids change their preferences but damn it sucks when he gets hurt and only wants Mama to comfort him. I try but he wants nothing to do with me at that point. On the better side, I am the designated tickler and all around go to parent to chase him around the house.

 

I'm a whale. <splashes you>

 

I grind my teeth in my sleep. Hard. Like, really hard - I found out when the tips of two teeth broke off in the space of a week and my dentist figured it out.

I now have a mouth guard that protects my teeth, but it doesn't stop the grinding. For the past few days it's been so bad that I'm waking up with a pounding headache and a jaw that feels like I've been in a Saw trap.

The worst thing is there's nothing I can do to stop it. I'm asleep when it happens, so I can't control it.

 

Well my Tuesday just got properly fucked in the rear. >:[

 

A friend of mine got fired (his wife has cancer). And, once home, I found that the post damaged an envelope and lost the content (which was non-replaceable). I'm in a sh*** mood!!!

 

that's tough. Not that I know anything about it, but have you tried meditating?

 

The world can just burn in nuclear hellfire; and I'll play the fiddle and watch.

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In case you can't tell, I'm having a REALLY bad day.

 

Meditation is great. The grinding doesn't seem to correlate with how stressed I am at any given time - I'm pretty sure I grind every single night, but how hard doesn't seem related to my emotional state.

 

So today my boss made fun of me for the fact I'm hearing-impaired. I was trying to explain to a co-worker that I can't hear well and that I need them to speak louder, and he was miming a violin like I was acting like I was begging for pity. He then told the secretary, "Y'know what [his] problem is? He's hearing-impaired" in a mean-spirited way.



I now understand why many in the deaf/HoH community hate the hearing so much.

 

Sorry dude. Sounds like the old boss could use an attitude adjustment.
Want me to kick his ass for ya? I will, if you want me to.

 

I can't rant about a lot of things in places most people do, or would so here goes.

More and more over the last few years I feel like I'm taken advantage of.

My coworkers tend to muddle through the day and leave me the lions share of responsibilities or flat out duties. My boss tends to lean heavily on me as well for not only work stuff but tech help...and frankly loads of other things. It's not just work though. Family does it.. friends do it.

And I know other people have this problem, and I should just say no or let them deal with it... but I find it hard to be the bad guy.

Which is the whole problem. I'm continually being run over or treated like crap all because I don't wanna be the douchebag so I never say anything.

Somethings gotta give though because I'm not sure how much more I can take, and I know me getting mad and going off like a time bomb isn't going to help matters.

 

@Corbyn It's my nature to be a people-pleaser, too. But I made a conscious effort to learn how to say no without guilt, and life is better. I also get more respect from people when they see me to do it.

My Not Happy for the day is the inability of some drivers to park. There's a parking bay on the road with two spaces, very clearly marked. Yet still, some idiot drivers park right in the middle of it and take up both spaces.

I'm going to print off a batch of notes to save my scrabbling for paper to write one each time.

 

No revs on my book.
Still the reining champion of
being the worst writer here.
Hooray for being the best of the worst. I suppose.

 

Switched over to my summer wardrobe last week. Put all the tweeds and flannels in the back closet, brought out the linens and lightweight stuff. A surprising amount of my summer clothes are no longer in serviceable condition, due to fraying, sweat stains, or general wear and tear. Now, this just means an excuse to go shopping for new stuff, which should put this in the happy thread, but when I looked at some of the things that I thought were in acceptable, wearable condition last September, well, the little Drill Instructor in my head is going to be screaming at me for weeks.