The Not Happy Thread

And I think alcohol is a depressant, so I think those feelings may only get worse?!
As Iain said, hold off until Friday

 

Took a quick nap in a graveyard and woke to find a bear had stolen my tablet while I was sleeping.

 

Was it a sleeping tablet, and you were cuddled up to 800 pounds of snoring fur? Which, coincidentally, is one of Mrs. A's nicknames for me, but don't tell her I said so.

 

That's a total bummer, but it happens to all of us at some point in life, so we can relate.

 

I-I have no idea what to say.

 

Returned to work today after taking off for a week bc my husband was in the hospital and I don't think anyone even noticed I was gone. The only time anyone contacted me the whole time I was off was to see if I was coming in or to tell me to bring in paperwork to prove he was in the hospital. No one checked on me or asked how he was doing or anything. Been here 5 years and they're always talking about how we're a "family" and it's a load of crap.
Just tired of being invisible.

 

Might be time for a change, perhaps? If you have some holiday time, you could use that to get a new perspective on things. Decide what you want to do next. Just a thought.

 

Have you noticed that you have 7 623 likes?

7 623 does not sound like no one. It sounds like very much!

 

1. How is he? What about you?

2. Garlic helps.

If you eat about 21 cloves of garlic per day, people start to see you - even from very long distance.

 

1. He is doing better, thank you. I am doing ok. A bit down in the dumps, but ok.
2. Heh, this made me chuckle. Thank you.

 

I went out to cut the grass. I was hot and sweaty and sticky, and the lawnmower didn’t even start.

 

Spoiler

They take a lot more effort to move and this way you only have to worry about finding your cables. I have one by my desk, sofa, and kitchen table and they've been a life saver.

 

Sure a 'bear' took it.

 

Spoiler

You are demonstrating one of the many reasons that I love you.

 

Crap. I got the mower started. Now I’m hot and sweaty and sticky again. The grass is cut, so at least I have something to show for it. Let the rain commence.

 

Some fuckwit decided putting a goddamn car door in the way of our bathrooms was a good idea.

IT IS NOT! IT IS THE OPPOSITE OF A GOOD IDEA! EVEN A DEAF-BLIND TODDLER WOULD KNOW THIS!!!!

 

How did they even get it in there? Those doors don’t look wide enough for a radio flyer wagon, let alone a pallet.

 

But the doors swing the opposite direction. Whose fault would it really be if it ended up with a few dents from people walking over it?

 

Something good has come of it. I'm, with great ceremony, now listening to 'People are Strange' by The Doors.

 

So, I'm a suspended cop who goes for days without shaving or washing and I'm sitting here knocking back booze so I don't have to feel time creeping by.

I'm a god damned cliché. Who writes this shit, anyhow?

EDIT: I'm bitterly hurt that the force have so completely misjudged both my own strength of will and my personality. Apparently they are concerned that, due to horrors in my own past, I might pull the trigger on a certain kind of person without justification.

Apparently, despite all the interviews and vetting to get my specialist post, they somehow failed to notice that, through my individual nature and religious conviction, I would never let my own demons override my duty as an agent of the Crown and sworn servant of justice.

Hell, in my days in green I was well known for treating it all as though it were some kind of holy charge, handed down from on high. After nearly fifteen years I still live my life according to the values summed up in the motto Serve To Lead. I know it's just a box-ticking exercise for them, but this is my life.

The world at large seems to be a lot more cynical than I am. I swore an oath, damn it.

The fire service want to get rid of me because I've been so busy with the police that I've failed to make my contracted hours for several months.

I have no choice but to resign before I'm fired.

I've reached absolute rock bottom. I've taken the rather drastic step of drawing a Valknut on my chest. It's basically a prayer to die in the line of duty.

 

Man....just when I was getting comfy, this article swings by me on my digital way toward my email,

https://www.yahoo.com/news/toddler-critical-condition-being-sexually-201415345.html

Goddammit. Just...goddammit. I need to blow off some steam now. Fucking hell.

 

Supportive Like. Blow some off for me, too, please.