The Not Happy Thread

The RPGs in this forum are likely dead. I feel like shit because of that.

 

I'm so sorry Lemex. There's nothing more heartbreaking than losing someone you love. Our Pets are probably the only living things, apart from parents and kids, who love us entirely and unconditionally for who we are. They don't judge, they just show us what real love is. Just remember you gave him a lovely life and he wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else in the world but with you.

 

Sorry to hear that. It's alway sad when you lose a pet.

 

Oh goodness, Lemex, I am so sorry. I went through my cat being ill too and that was probably the time in my life I've ever been close to depressed. Our cat was only 2 when she passed on. Hope you feel better soon, knowing that your cat was lucky to have you as his/her owner.

Warrior of Light--Welcome to our world of RPGs! Tales of Exzalia is the biggest role play here lately. But you can contact the Game-Masters of any of the games to see if there is an opening for you. We'd love to have you!

 

Unfortunately, I had done all those things. Recently I was rejected for an admin job. I'm trying to get some office work, seeing as I thought that might be the problem, but it seems that any job - not just the big desirable ones - are difficult to get.

I have writing experience coming out of my ears, including online articles etc, but no internships other than a two week placement I did with a publishing house. The problem seems to be that I'll need 5+ years of experience doing the very job I'm applying for, which is ridiculous. No graduate can provide that.

I wish these people would just take chances. The reason my peers gets me down is because I know full-well they don't have any more experience than me, it was just luck of the draw. Somehow they seek out the risk-takers and my efforts are going unnoticed by employers. It's just crap.

 

I know. ;/ I've tried getting office work too but you need experience for it. And when I tried to do voluntary office work, they wanted experience or they couldn't take on any more volunteers.

I've looked for writer jobs and to be honest, there isn't a lot out there that doesn't require years of experience. I think it is just luck. Maybe by being patient then you'll eventually get an opportunity. Otherwise, perhaps be more creative when approaching potential employers (when it's speculative)? Instead of the usual CV and cover letter, get their attention with a booklet or a poster or a video highlighting your qualities. I dunno, I'm just brainstorming (for myself as well).

 

I almost cannot believe they'd actually turn down volunteers. There was a time when volunteering was considered helpful. You know, it's a real sign of the times when working for free is considered luxury - slave labour, more like. It really annoys me that people good enough to work for free, for the sake of experience, are discouraged like that.
Also begs question why you'd need experience to volunteer. Employers can't afford to pay their workers but expect the same standards, that's why.

I just...Ugh, when I started uni, I never imagined it'd be this rubbish. You're right, at least I do have some income, though it is nowhere near enough to live off. I have my writing pursuits to focus on, but until that big day comes, I need to keep my life going.

Ever wish you'd had an interest in something else? I wish I'd been interested in Nursing, or something useful and desirable. I mightn't have this problem if I'd had other interests. Having said that, I didn't have much ambition other than "I WANA B AN AUTHOR" before uni, so y'know...It's kind of a miracle I got a degree anyway.

 

Thanks for the kind words everyone. Between this and severe depression I've already been beginning to think I was not made to be happy. But maybe I'm being dramatic.

Mind, on the job front, yeah; I know what you mean. I have a good degree, a 2:1, could be better but could be much worse, and I have volunteer positions at a local high school and my local library - and I suppose I can take comfort in the fact that I'm published, and know a little of how the game is played - but I've also been getting nowhere. Lucky to get the chance to volunteer at my old high school I gather, but that's not something that is making me enthusiastic.

Even then - yeah, I've been published. I'm 22 years old and all I have to show for myself is around 20 obscure articles in a regional paper and a few other pieces here and there. I'm not exactly going to impress anyone with even the thing I care most about.

And I have to meet some VIP at the library tomorrow as a representative of the team who is coming from the county council. I don't know how if I could bother to even show up.

Sorry everyone if this seems a bit self-pitying and annoying. I guess I should really be telling this stuff to a counselor.

 

^ I feel the same about my writing. To me, it's mega important, because every published piece gets me closer to my ultimate goal. To everyone else, it's minor and useless and doesn't even pay very well, so what's the big deal, right?

I find it hard to be positive when I'm slowly coming to realize that my motivation for life has been based solely on a pipe dream. A fucking pipe dream. Didn't people warn us against this? Fact is, pursuing any other career path would make me feel like I'm tossing away everything I've worked hard for.

 

Tales of Exzalia is pretty active, and well I'm also accepting more people into Chronicles of the Unreal.

But saying that RPGs in this forums are dead is indeed a big mistake.

 

Yeah I know.

I've been spending the last few months trying to make some fiction manuscripts that I can be proud of. I don't even care if they are published, I just want to be happy with them after more than a few months down the line. I've let others, friends and family who have shown an interest and they say nice things, and say I should send them out see if I get paid. I'm glad I don't care what they think or I might have listened.

I can't stop writing because then I'd lose a sense of who I am - it's what I am not what I do, I even write these little bullshit philosophical articles while I'm too tired to think properly just because I can't not do it, it's an itch that needs to be satisfied - but at the same time I have these things I want to write: I am either am not brave enough to write it or not brave enough to send it out.

I honestly wouldn't mind if I'm never published again, and I know I'll not stop writing, what scares me is the idea that I'll stop caring about the things I really want to do and write.

 

I'm really sorry to hear that, Ashleigh. It really is hard to find decent jobs these days. I know how terribly down it can get people, since my brother-in-law and sister are living with me and are stuck in the same position as you. There's no harm in cold-calling the places that rejected you to see if they are still open to take you in for another position where you could work your way up. I was rejected multiple times before getting the job at corporate for the company I applied to because I had no experience. Depending on which country you're in, there are also places like the ones we call "temp agencies" here in the US that will place you in offices, and those offices may be willing to hire you after your temp job is over.

I'm not sure if that's helpful. I don't know what type of "office work" you're looking for really.

That's pretty impressive to me. I'm 27 years old and haven't published a single thing.

You're going at a much better pace than I am. Don't give up until the bitter end 'cause I'm definitely not.

 

Exactly. ;/

I think like that too aha. I half-wish I was interested and capable of doing something where there was a set route to get there like nursing etc. Same as you, all I've thought was 'I want to be an author!' and didn't think much beyond that until... well, until I graduated.

And you know what else irritates me about jobs? The fact I might be considered over-qualified for jobs like retail etc. yet I need that customer service experience to get a better job. I wish I thought more ahead job-wise and got a saturday job when I was able to, then I might not be in this position. Ah well.

Try and avoid this. Trust me, it truly sucks. I still care about things I want to do and write etc. it's just I don't have any motivation to do anything and don't feel glad about doing anything, I just pretend I do.

 

Well, my cat has been put to sleep. From what I understand he went peacefully. He lived a long and happy life with us, and he was a good cat. I'll miss him.

 

I'm tired, I miss best friend, I wish he was here, I wish he was here, I currently have nothing better do to do then type on here about my emotions and current thought process. I hate car crashes.

 

This time last year I'd have said exactly the same thing about practising at the Bar of England and Wales. A pipe dream. Nothing was turning up job-wise. I was being rejected for paralegal posts I knew I could have done with my eyes half-shut. It seemed like I'd had my day in the sun (whilst overheating in a wig and gown, obviously), and I was going to spend the rest of my life stuck either unemployed or doing low-grade jobs. I was considering all kinds of non-law-related jobs, from management programmes to temping as an office admin assistant, applying for them, and invariably being rejected. Every non-law job I applied for was a betrayal, and an admission that I was never going to make it as a barrister.

I'm a year down the line and I'm starting to spend days chasing pupillage again. Tomorrow will be spent sending querying emails. In one way I'm dreading next year, because I'm planning on spending at least 3 weeks of my annual leave working in chambers on mini-pupillage; but in another I can't wait, because it'll help me overcome the next hurdle on the way to finding pupillage. You know I've not had it easy over the last couple of years, but I'm here, and I honestly think that I'm through the toughest part of my career because I stuck at it, found a job, and I've put myself in a position to follow what seemed an impossible path a year ago. And if I can do it, you can.

And the same applies to everyone who thinks about giving up on a dream.

 

@Kingtype, I'm sorry about your friend.. it'll get a little better in time, so just hang in there.

 

I've been following Hurricane Sandy closely. I'm worried about a friend who lives in New York, and I know several others who live on the US East Coast as well. They're all hunkering down for the big storm. For those of who live on the East Coast, how are you all doing?

 

I'm doing fine, so far. My company has closed the office today, so I'm at home in central Massachusetts, hoping not to lose power. So far the wind is fairly strong, but not too bad - my part of town is ringed by hills.

I am glad not to live too close to the coast today.

 

Hope things don't get too wild where you're at, Cogito.

 

My friend lives in Syracuse, and the last time I spoke to her, she said it wasn't raining. But from what I hear, the storm is going to get worse in the next few hours.

 

I'm pissed at my brother for being such inconsiderate all this time and then claiming he didn't realize he was causing me an inconvenience (and eventually to both my parents as well) even though I told him several times what he was doing that was inconveniencing me and how he could make it just a bit more convenient to me, and then he claims he didn't understand what I was telling him, even though at the time he was just ignoring me because he figured my complaint wasn't really legitimate but now all of a sudden only when my dad intervenes and he realizes then he finally is okay with doing it, but he thinks I'm being the inconsiderate one for not telling him about this in the first place even though I explained it very clearly to him severla times before.

ARAHRAHRHARHARHAHRARH.

Annoying sibling is annoying sibling.

I hate it when the media always portrays the younger sibling as the noble, righteous, underdog.

ARKAURRGHGHGHGHG

And I don't feel well when I get legitimately angry, either. Unfortunately, my brother is the one who is most capable of making me angry, which is rare, I'm usually a patient guy. But getting agnry... It's not good for my stress and health issues and all that.


I know, it's not as serious as Hurricane Sandy, but I am rather angry. If only he got the message the first time or two he could have saved me and my entire household a bit of trouble.

 

My cell nose-dived into the company's corporate toilet bowl. I’m just glad I didn’t already do what I had gone into the stall to do, because without even thinking, I shoved my hand into the toilet bowl to retrieve it.

 

That sucks. The phone survive its swim? Most electronics don't like water very much.

 

It's a goner, Steph. Won't even turn on. I don't know why my phone chooses the moment when I am very, very broke to commit suttee, but it did.