The Not Happy Thread

Well, you know, supposedly the world is going to end on Sept 23, so you only have a little ways to go. Hang in there!

 

Googled a murder victim to see what she looked like, because I was reading about her case. Picture of her corpse on the first page of images.

 

Urgh. I'm sure that's not how she wanted to be remembered.

 

Thank your lucky stars you've not been on Encyclopedia Dramatica.

 

At least she was probably an adult. Once I looked up pictures of the Amityville Horror House and was graced by gruesome images of the dead DeFeo children who were murdered in their beds.

Who was the sick fuck who thought that was a cute idea? Posting pictures of dead kids?!

 

It was a child.

It's my fault for googling morbid things. But I've been looking at true crime cases for years and never seen anything like that, especially on the first page.

 

Fuck.

That is all.

EDIT TO ADD:
To be honest, that's why I only read about true crime that happened a hundred years ago. Yes, it's still terrible it happened however it's not as fresh as say, the Amityville murders that happened in 1974.

I'm gonna go look up pictures of baby orca whales before I spiral into a pit of depression...

 

Dining room duty needs to die.

You have to wipe ALL the tables in the dining room (there are lots of them) multiple times, and it's supposed to be the kids on the tables that do it, and you're supposed to do it IF they don't. But all you get is one of the most hostile looks in the world when you tell them to wipe their tables, and then you're doing it yourself because the little fuckers apparently couldn't be arsed - and it's YOUR fault.

I'm sorry. First world problems, I know. But I hate dining room duty.

 

I don't think the kitchen will give us axle degreaser...

 

Ugh, when I was in college I worked in the dining hall for a while.

Student grabs a glass from next to the soda dispenser.

Student adds ice to the glass.

Student attempts to fill the glass with delicious, sparkling Coca-Cola, but the machine is out of syrup.

Student loses all responsibility for said glass, which is now a quarter full of disgustingly unsugared carbonated water, and just dumps the glass next to the machine, rather than taking it to their table and thence to the conveyor where the dirty dishes were dropped off.

And that's not to mention the table of.... student-athletes (can you hear the venom in my voice? Think Alan Rickman's Snape. In a bad mood.) who somehow exempted themselves from the requirement to bus their own tables. Or eat with silverware, apparently.

 

And in other news, an invisible touch is cool when it's Phil Collins. When it's your smartphone, not so much. Screen's clean, we're doing a software repair on the odd chance that it's not the planned obsolescence circuitry kicking in, but I have a feeling I'm going to spend tomorrow afternoon phone shopping.

 

Maria is following in her elder sister's footsteps, and not to be outdone, has decked herself out in Fully Fledged Five (5) regalia!

Unlike her sister, she won't be doing a drive-by, but instead stopping in for a meet-n-greet!

 

Woo-hoo! Mine didn't even do a drive by, (s)he just wafted past, knocked over my bicycle, and continued off north. Get an autograph for me?

ETA:

 

My dad lost his short battle to pancreatic cancer this past thursday night after four days in hospice. I stayed with him as long as I could while he was under medication and while his vitals fluctuated from unstable to steady. Unfortunately I had to go to work, and he passed shortly after I left, as if he didn't want me to see him die. I miss him, and now that he's gone, it feels like there's a void in me, but I'm thankful that he seemed to pass in peace. It was a long and painful journey for him, one that he never asked or desired to embark on, so I'm glad it's over. Cancer is one of the most horrifying things I've ever witnessed.

 

I'm so sorry. I send my condolences to you and your family. (And I don't know if that's the right thing to say...)

 

Likewise, my condolences. I'm not much good at comforting words, but know that my thoughts are with you and yours.

 

Thank you both. You may or may not think your words make a difference, but they do. He was my only immediate family, so I know trying times are ahead, and I'll need all the support and comfort I can get, no matter how seemingly insignificant it may be... I'm not particularly spiritual, but bless you both.

 

@MythMachine: I'm so sorry. Cancer is an evil, evil creature that took my mom in 2013. Some days I'm fine, some days I'm most definitely not. I hope you'll be able to grieve as is fitting for you, and will be able to celebrate the good times you had with your dad. If you need an inbox to scream into, mine's open.

 

I'm sorry for your loss as well... I do appreciate the offer to vent to your inbox, but I think my pillow should suffice for my wailing, and will likely require much fewer coherent words, haha. Bless you~

 

@MythMachine:

 

When your lover blames you for what is not your fault -- and you're wrong for getting upset over it.