The Not Happy Thread

Aww.

 

There was also that other couple,
GuardianWynn & Nicoel!

 

I don't think Lemie and Lost are engaged as yet, but they are looking to close the distance.

 

Told my mother that I'm leaning against moving... and it looked like she was about to cry.

Except the money argument she also blamed me that they (my parents) can't go on their anniversary vacation if I move before December (I was going to take care of their cat). She also want to keep Balt instead of moving him to England. While I know they can't keep him against my will I of course worry about if the move would be bad for him. I'm not sure I could leave him behind, though...

I'm even more torn now.

 

How many times do you have to get your call ignored before you stop fucking calling?! I've had 8 s0 far, 3 off those today!
Someone even came to my home, banging on my door!! FFS, quit already and leave me in peace! I'm stressed enough without being harassed by busybodies.

 

I have the number on a blocklist, so I can see who calls, but it makes no sound at all.

ETA: It doesn't help that it's election time here, so councillors are doing the rounds knocking on doors. The rate I'm going, the next person to knock is gonna get a fucking full on rampage through the door. I just want to be left the fuck alone in my home! Why is that so much to ask?

 

It's a machine. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or shame! And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you pick up and agree to join the other millions litigating for compensation for some injustice (or other)!

 

Just in case the knock at the door was a councillor.

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2017/09/campaigns-direct-mail-zero-effect/541485/

 

FedEx is late with one of my orders and some of my customers are mad at me about it, like I'm the reason. I can't fault them too much. The order is coming from a distributor about 20 miles away. Why should that take four days?

 

The John Wick film franchise has a chapter four coming... in 2021. The bastards.

 

Reminds me of when I was a younger, a solicitor stopped by my parents farm literally just after we had shot a bear that was after our sheep and when the guy showed up my dad was skinning it behind the barn. My mum was very polite, but firm, saying we were very busy now was definitely not the best time, and he responded promising that he'd only take a minute. At that moment my father walked around the back of the barn, covered brow to brogues in blood carrying a butcher knife in one hand with what looked like a skinned and decapitated person over his shoulders. The salesman saw this and all colour from his face immediately drained, he gave us a very feeble, "have a good night," and I we've never had any salespersons out there again.

 

Now that's what you call good timing.

 

My mother trying to cope with the idea of me moving from Sweden - starts planning my wedding.

Today's lunch was weird!

She thinks there is no way of me living in the UK after Brexit unless I get married... so she made it sound really urgent. Yes - we're getting married. No - I won't plan it before I can even plan my move properly!

 

Jehovah's Witnesses used to pester us like that. 'We'll only take a moment of your time.' Right up till the day I answered to door with my shirt off, tattoos on full display and told them we were just about to sacrifice a virgin- they could join in if they wanted. Haven't heard from them since.

 

This page may be of help.

https://www.gov.uk/browse/visas-immigration/settle-in-the-uk

 

It's the end of the year and my flatmates are beginning to move out. The two I was closest to left without saying goodbye.

 

Those jerks.

 

We used to get daily visits from solicitors. I understand their desperation, but my dog barks like a hellhound and I jump outta my skin! So finally I reassembled my .41 magnum and went back downstairs to greet the guy still banging on the door. I held it behind my back, as it is illegal to even hold a weapon in a threatening manner. The thing is: this gun sounds louder when it's cocked in real life than in the movies. Click-tic-tic-click-CLICK! The guy stopped his running mouth, and even the dog went quiet.
"Have a good evening" he said, and left - quickly. I never saw him anywhere in the neighborhood again.

 

I may have mentioned this before, but one of my high school friend's was the child of a professor of Theology at a noted Bible college.

He would just invite the Jehovah's Witnesses, Mormons, and anyone else selling a heterodox version of Christianity into his parlor for a

nice

friendly

chat.

 

'd love to be a wall on that fly!

 

I feel like there is a Horror/Thriller/Action story in this somewhere.

 

One more Molson XXX and I'll accomplish drinking myself to sleep.

At least I resisted the urge to buy a pack of cigarettes yesterday. And later today I only work six hours instead of 10.

 

Today I turned my phone on and saw the messages they sent to the group chat when they left. I think I was out at the time, and they had trains to catch, but it still stinks that I never got to see them off. I'm also kind of sad that the last conversation I had with them was an argument about minority groups.

Oh, well. They said I'm welcome to come over every now and again next year, since I'll be living alone.