So. Today is being a very trying, tiring day. Woke up earlier then usuall because I had to get to work earlier then normal. However, the septic tank blocked on me, so I had to go out there and unblock it.... which was really sh**ty... then I finally got home, had a shower and went to go get breakfast... only to realise there’s is no milk. So I rush down to the local store, buy a carton of milk and rush back. About to pour it over my cereals only to get a call from my boss that he wants there at 8:15 instead of 8:30. It was 7:45 and it takes me 30 minutes of driving to get to work. So I rush like a madman and get in the car. Then naturally I have to stop at the service station because I have no more fuel, but I can’t pay for any because my salary has been delayed. So... I get to an agreement with the service station person for me to pay tomorrow. And finally get on my way.... got to work at 8:45 to an angry boss. What else could possibly go wrong today? And it is only 12:16!
Please do not give them any ideas... my co workers are like miniature deamons (they are all like 30cm shorter then me - I am 190cm) with a terrible temperament. I would not put it past them...
Your boss has no business being angry at you if he's late paying you and didn't give you any advance notice that he wanted you in early today. Next time he tries to treat you like dirt, tell him to fuck off.
Well. I am a casual worker. I have no job security. If doesn’t like me, he doesn’t have to fire me, he can just not give me any shifts. Also, normally he’s nicer then he is today. And considering some guy high up the food chain is here today. That might have something to do with this entire mess
Well. Break’s over. Better get back to work. Still. Nobody knows that’s I secretly peruse the WF forums when I do not have much (or any) work to do...... okay. Fine. I peruse the WF forum secretly even when I do have a lot of work to do. In my defence It keeps me entertained from an otherwise incredibly boring job.
Went to the doctor today with a painful lump in my back. I can comfortably write a slasher scene after he lanced a golfball sized abscess and the gore spattered everywhere. That was the only thing comfortable about the experience!
Dude! Did you get video? Dr. Sandra Lee has some great vids on youtube of similar procedures, very relaxing to watch.
I love cutting myself I love cutting into myself... I love cutting into these myself... Wait. Nop. Still makes me sound like a psycho.... I enjoy watching them get cut and the liquid slowly ooze out..... Nop. Still not any better
I'm mesmerized, by the patterns and fractals, the chaos created from physical law... Nah, gross stuff is cool. I just want to know what it looked like when it hit the wall.
No video, sorry. A bit like this one, though, but not so pedestrian. There was pressure involved, a bit like a volcano. Spoiler: Most decidedly not for the squeamish!
Waking up every morning expecting to get shouted at is really tiresome. About half my work days are wonderful and makes me like what I do... then my co-worker gets there and I'm terrified for the rest of the day. Shit like that makes days feel at least twice as long! She ones commented that I always look grumpy at work. I fought hard not to tell her that I'm just really, really scared of her. I really need a new job but all jobs either requires 4 years of education, a drivers licence or they're just a few hours a week
Search youtube for "Operation Kill George". Same vein, definitely not for everyone, but quite nice if you're into that sort of thing. I also like "No more unicorn" by Dr. Lee.
I've joined this forum last week, and then, IDK, 2 days in, family had a family emergency and... I... posted a picture of myself and my 94 year old grandmother whom I share her house with and then she had a stroke (she never had one before)... Well... So 2 days in to my tenure here and a day or 2 after posting our photo from last year; she was taken seriously ill and... I've been going up the hospital everyday almost except Sunday where, I didn't know I could visit due to limits on amounts of people to visit and me not then knowing I could still be in the ward and hang around/so I didn't go Sunday.. and.... Meetings of the seriously ill with doctors from what to do if her heart stops, and, palliative care if she gets any sicker (she is really unwell) and, then, waiting today to see how things look for her, since she made it and isn't dead, but if she gets any more ill, will be dead... SO I've had life changing stuff... and a week of crying and all of that and I'm not holding my breath until the doctor's see her on this new ward, which is this morning, before I know what's up. Let's just say, family bereavement, but also my nan/best friend/person whom I lived with in this big house in South London that is her.... ... I love my Nan, don't always say things like that in my family, but, this week, I'm saying it. She can respond to her name and can hear you, but, , she suffered an infarct stroke and... She's 94 and... scary times. I'm not alone, I've got family flying in, I've got others in London, her next of kin/my mum/her only child and, yeah.. I'm only now able to talk about it online, and... , yeah.
The only hints I've said is... I want to be a stand up now... Because, before, I'd use a talking toilet to voice my shit to the world... but... I don't want to do that with my Nan, but I've got shit to say, so, I've got things I want to say, that only a stand up comic knows how, and, I'm trying to work on expressing myself in this medium which means, me penning observations and stuff. I've always used talking toilet as a mask, 'hide behind my talking toilet comic', but that's for idk, life - And, somehow, it seemed easier for me to vent with than doing stand up because, it's easier for me to write my toilet than write my bit... But I don't want a toilet to talk about this, because, I don't want it... and... So now, fate has pushed me towards wanting to work on my stand up.
I have lost a couple pairs of earbuds recently in succession and I don't know why this is suddenly happening when I hadn't lost any for more than a year previously. At least they are cheap.