The Not Happy Thread

In Scotland Single Malt poisoning might be suitable. 75cl seven times a week...

 

I have no idea, we don't have a lot of silver maples here.

 

The children should organise, defending the tree from those who would drive spikes into a burgeoning trunk, and they should seek out on-line those who preach from havens of hatred, bringing light where there is darkness, eliminating the websites so we might share a world where creatures flourish together. Old ways of bitterness must pass, the children shall inherit a righteous future, and trees. IN pRoGRESs RAGe

 

At least, does the tree get some sort of high in the end?

 

Tree?

I was talking about the neighbour!

 

A line in the sand moment. This is like Boris Johnson, and with a thumbs up for orphans photo-call combo, and with hate-speech and the grey squirrels wearing pickelhaube marching through garden centres, & with everybody in the world with face lifts, intolerable, definitely writing material:

WOMAN: Hey neighbour, your kids made me sick out the window, you know, and I hate your tree.

FAMILY & CHILDREN: I like the tree, and nothing wrong with my kids, neighbour.

WOMAN: I will destroy you all with nails and with poison. I shall harness the powers of an on-line alliance to eliminate your cause, and end you all essentially, ha ha.

 

Oh! Noted.

I was thinking about tomorrow's scottish paper headlines:

Another tree turned into an alcoholic by human criminal activity. The unfortunate victim that just happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, having lost everything resorted to suicide, leaving nothing but a note behind stating, "It wasn't me and even if it was, I was drunk". Sad day indeed...

 

Well... You know...

If neighbour gets 75 cl of Single Malt every day, that Malt comes out of that neighbour and it's not Single then. And when the tree gets second hand... well... not exactly hand, but... you know... whiskey every day...

Of course you never know about Scottish trees.

 

To catch your drift, is this considered naturally distilled Double malt?

 

Quite near, quite near.

It's naturally pisstilled Double malt.

 

My co-worker knew very well that I wasn't staying past my summer job. She knew the reason was that I'm moving to England. She knew this so well that she refused to teach me anything more at work because it'd be a waste of time.

So why the hell is she now acting like I already singed some papers to stay?

I reminded her that I was moving and told her that I'm already in the middle of selling my apartment... and her reaction felt like she had never taken my talk about the move seriously. As if I was the kid who had told her I was going to be an astronaut and she was sort of "yeah, yeah, of course you are".

The entire exchange just pissed me off and she had to end it all with the old guilt-trip "but you will hurt your mothers feelings if you move". It's not my job to keep my mother happy. It's my job to keep me happy... and I will be most happy to start a new life in a brand new place where I'll get the change to build myself up without my mother trying to make me feel like a kid.

I'm over tired and should sleep but I'm having a hard time settling down... and it doesn't help that Balt is at my parents because of the apartment-showing tomorrow. Since we're having people over on Monday too it seems I'll be alone for a week now.

 

Oh shit. It's windy as hell outside and I can smell fire. Intensely.

 

Hope this doesn't move to Natural Disasters

 

I really hope so too. When they burned the forest that's nearer to us last time, it was depressing as hell. It snowed ash for days. I hope it's not the forests again. I'd rather it'd be a bank or something. Yet, I haven't heard any sirens, so it must be further away. Maybe the wind carries the smoke from far away.

 

1. Pecking order play?

2. Pecking order play?

3. Pecking order play?

4. Pecking order play?

 

I suspect a projection of personal dissatisfaction. Since Lemmie is leaving the pecking order anyway, it seems like lashing out. Could be wrong though, hard to say.

Misery-loves-company cliche. At jobs I've worked at, there are people who are really resentful of any attempt to move up, or move on to something better, because they never did (or couldn't). You're the perfect punching-bag when you're going to be leaving anyway.

 

Worth mentioning is that this is the same person who bullied the last summer worker so bad they left their job before their four months were over.

So I have to assume she's happy with what I'm doing... But she is still nasty and passive aggressive. Though I think that "misery-loves-company" might be a good theory, though.

Less than three weeks now. I made it this far... But it's just exhausting being around people like that.

 

Uh, no. It isn't modern of me, I'm aware, but I still believe humans are more valuable than trees--- even humans who are acting like dicks.

 

Anything I do will be done from my side. Or maybe I can just pray that whatever has its leaves going spotty already will do the rest of the job and kill it off.

 

Actually, this tree is in western Pennsylvania. @jannert lives in Scotland.

 

This morning I discovered a slime trail over the arm of my sofa. I know I get slugs in the hallway sometimes, but this is the first time I have evidence of them on the furniture!

 

Ok, I'm up too late watching TV (Weeds, if you must know), took a break to check the computer and heard what sounded like an elderly man's grunt directly outside my office window.

The floor I'm on, there's no way that should be possible.