The Not Happy Thread

It's a mooot point.

 

Our local "alternative" weekly paper has "gone dark for the duration." It relies heavily on the entertainment and dining industry, so its revenue stream has vanished. Dark times indeed, with far-reaching consequences.

 

Homer?? The brats are getting cold.

 

i've had to cancel 2 author visits

 

There's a reason why C. S. Lewis depicted Hell as a bureaucracy.

But yeah, over the phone would make So Much More Sense. Especially now.

 

Mars, PA? It's not that expensive!

Though you can try Moon, PA, too. It's not bad, either.

 

Me regarding coronavirus: "I'm going to take every necessary precautions to prevent the spread."

Me regarding pollen so bad you can literally wipe it off the concrete with your finger, me with pollen allergy: "LOL LET'S STAY OUTSIDE FOR HALF AN HOUR!! YAAY!!"

My allergies is hating me with a searing passion right now. -_-

 

Ionic air purifier. Fucking expensive, but worth it at twice the price! Buy at least two, and put one where you sleep. (Pay the money, don't even bother with the cheap ones under $200, they're complete shite). Make sure to clean them on schedule. They will save your respiratory system!

 

Doric Air Purifier!

 

Eh?

 

Hey, my screen flashed IMG for a sec, then no image or link? It's been doing that lately.

 

Mine is okay even in your quote, but let's try this and see if it works:

 

So what have you got against Corinthian?

 

Too many notes.

 

Whoa! That one even showed up in me quote!
I hope they didn't put those plinths up with that offset. No wonder it all felled down!

 

Phrygian cap

 

I've been trying to take recent events in stride. My state has shut down non-essential businesses and my dad is probably going to lose hours at work. I'm trying to make the best of it since I can't really go out anywhere. I'm trying to write and study for a diploma that I probably won't be doing until next year now. But earlier today I just hit a low point. I know things will get better eventually and we'll be able to start rebuilding, but right now it feels like there's no end in sight and this'll go on forever. Plus the amount of headlines regarding how bad it's getting around the world have just been a drain. I feel exhausted.

I wish I could go to sleep until this blows over.

 

Oh God, I'm going to sound so bigoted against my own kin (the deaf and hoh community) but...here we go:

Background: I have a co-worker who is elderly, as in mid-70s. He has hearing aids but refuses to wear them to work thus making him profoundly deaf. As such, we have to constantly repeat ourselves. Sometimes three or four times. We have to yell at him.

And again, he refuses to wear the hearing aids. And it's more out of stubbornness than any notion of Deaf pride (he doesn't even know what that is.) His excuse for not wearing hearing aids? They'll get dusty.

I know he gets to choose what he does with his hearing aids, I know that's his deal, I just need advice on how to curtail the frustration.
I mean, I'm HOH for God's sake. I wear hearing aids, why? Because I want the world to have a fighting chance of communication with me. I want to help them help me, not have to fight just to get me to hear them.

And again, this is just from old stubbornness, not out of a sense of Deaf Pride. He knows he has the hearing aids. He knows they could enhance his life but he won't wear it. He seems perfectly content living in the silence and having the rest of us scream at him just to talk to him. Sometimes we have to scream his name twice before he realizes we're trying to get his attention.

So, to put it bluntly, how do I make myself get the fuck over it and curtail the frustration? D: I feel like such a hypocrite where I, a person with a hearing disability am getting all worked up about this. I mean, I've even caught myself thinking: I am so sick of working with hearing impaired people who refuse to help themselves! Like seriously! D:

EDIT TO ADD: After careful thought and discussion with my fellow kin on our Facebook group, I’ve decided to just get the fuck over it and accept him for who he is, my own personal feelings on the matter be damned.

 

I've worked myself into a state of nerves over the inspection this morning. This could be the day I decide to fully become a homeowner and I'm not ready for this. I thought I was, but I'm terrified. I know this is a huge, huge life step for just about anyone, but I keep feeling like I'm not going to do this well if if happens. Like, I'll just sink and keep sinking.

I'll be all right, just gotta take some time to breathe, I guess.

 

Do not ask me to spend an entire afternoon discussing options and putting together custom bids so you can buy your own parts on Newegg. Screw you, dude! I'm running a business to feed my kid, not a free help line just for kicks.

 

My coronavirus test came back negative.

Boo! This means I could still get it.

 

So this is more of a mixed bag, but I thought I'd share.

So my wedding was Saturday last week.

Some of the things that went wrong :

• On the Thursday, we learned that only witnesses will be allowed into the registration office with us. I consulted hubby and we agreed that postponing means we won't know when we could so we were better off with a "get legal now, party later" approach.
• Our intended ride bailed as he was going to Bristol because he didn't want to be stuck in London when his family was there (I do not blame him for this desire, I just mean that this was a last minute logistical issue)
• We had to settle for a simple at home lunch after the ceremony as the restaurants closed the day before the ceremony.
• Since only witnesses (which consisted of hubby's mother and brother since they could reliably come and provide a ride to the office) were coming, I changed track from the cakes in favour of cupcakes (less work ultimately, but I made a lot of plans that fell through around the cake).
• My tights developed a ladder before I got them on because my nail split, so I had to make do without since clothes shops are closed

Despite that, the day went well.

 

Just what's the point? Every job other than writer seems pointless, but I'll never be a writer. I love it, and I can't do nothing else, but this past couple of weeks has shown me it's never going to happen. I finally finished my book and haven't looked at it since because I know it's damn terrible. I have genuinely, no word of a lie, written between 4 and 7,000 words a day since the beginning of this pissing lockdown and my new book is on 27,000 in a week. And it's BAD. The story is pointless, the whole stupid idea of being a writer is pointless, I can't stop because then what happens to the ideas??? But I can't waste my whole life doing this. I'm failing my degree, the one group of friends I have are a little circle of poets who are better than it than me and full well know it, and everything else seems... well, just pointless. I want to give up, but I've got nothing else to do with my life. And I'm getting fat again, I've promised myself that I'll start a whole new diet and exercise thing tomorrow but I promised myself the exact same thing at the start of this and it's been a week-long binge on Frazzles and fruit and nut and beer that I shouldn't be drinking because apparently alcohol and citalopram don't mix. I'm alone, and scared, and I thought I was over this whole mess but it keeps going and going. I don't get to sleep till 4 or 5 in the morning, I wake up at 8 and spend the day drifting between writing and eating and yawning and I'm just done.