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Much better, coworker nobody liked got the hint and quit. We're down someone now, but nobody cares because our shifts will be so much more peaceful.

"Best" part is that he was trying to "quiet quit" except he was being obvious enough about it the boss caught on and got on his ass. Apparently having to actually do his job was "being too demanding" and he walked out.

This is a grown 35-year-old man, by the way, just to put into perspective how goofy this tantrum was.
Please, don't tell me it was Adam White aka Chibi.
 
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I have an autoimmune condition that has been linked to some mild chronic pain. We're talking real 2/10, aborted with Voltaren gel type stuff. It has been a great thing for getting into recreational athletics again. It's reduced my pain. It's been a great way to work out tension, which has helped a lot. I've gone from 1/10 pain always to having daily periods where I have no pain. It would be nice to sleep more or whatever, but this is pretty satisfactory.
 
As I'm preparing to leave my job for a better one, my team had a new lady added to it. Mid-40s, super accomplished, wealthy, experienced, yet also a calm, sensible mother. She made twice of what she does now a year ago, got canned, and realized life ain't about work. Money is nice but at some point relatively early on in your career, the options are all there and more income simply means better versions of the same shit. Bigger car, bigger TV, brand stroller for the baby. If you got the basics covered, focus your time and effort on your people instead of your job.

It made me realize that I made it. My goal of getting into the office world is done. I just have to work now, meaning I got time to work on my social life. My career goal is to be replaced with a personal one and it's almost as scary. Having to join a club, be positive, yet have the balls to go "this ain't for me" and leaving. And then trying it all again. I need purpose and a community and it's difficult with no friends or family to casually slide you along for what they've been doing.

Sometimes I remember how far behind of people I am. And it demoralizes me
A youtuber just dropped a 9 hour video after releasing a 6 hour one 3 years ago. The comments are full of people saying what they achieved since the last video. It's both demoralizing and inspiring. "I aint done shit boss" right next to "I graduated, got a job, got a house, got a wife, had a kid, reconnected with my family, won the lottery", and then "lol you mentioned truckers in the last vid so I became one".
 
I fucked up my neck a short while ago and while that has improved I've got the indigestion that comes after. It's enflamed by anxiety(because of course it fucking is everything is goddamn it) and lack of exercise and sitting and lying down and everything else. I'm feeling better by the day but I just want one boring year month week. Please.
 
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Well I got PPP by my local hospital, that pretty funny.
 
The other day I noticed some oddly soft and spongy wood in one of my windowsills, so today I finally sawed and removed a section to investigate. Lo and behold, IT'S WATER DAMAGE :roll: UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH
Now I have to ask myself the hardest question: do I handle this myself, or do I enlist the help of my house flipper mother who'll incessantly nitpick me and the condition of my house the entire way through?
 
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Well I got PPP by my local hospital, that pretty funny.
Now you must call your doctor a "child" and grind black children into pepperoni....

In all seriousness, just gotta get on the calorie counting autism train. It isn't too bad and I've hopped back on since I got lazy and shlubby for a year or so and gained a couple pounds. You can do it bro.
 
Now you must call your doctor a "child" and grind black children into pepperoni....

In all seriousness, just gotta get on the calorie counting autism train. It isn't too bad and I've hopped back on since I got lazy and shlubby for a year or so and gained a couple pounds. You can do it bro.
I know, but those dam snack cakes man, I can get them cheap and keep them everywhere, in my tool boxes, in my truck, hell I'm like the Rekeita of snack cakes man.
 
Cooking youtubers are so retarded. I saw a "583 calorie burrito with 51g of protein" only for it to be revealed immediately after that its 93/7 lean/fat beef. Do you really expect a nigga to pay $7.25 a pound for some beef?


edit: I just broke the latch on my washing machine and now it won't start. I'm in hell.
 
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Got the network adapter, was a nightmare to install but got it done. I'm very exhausted and my fingers hurt. Went to the dentist the other day and now I have to remove the third wisdom tooth. Joy.

Weirdly, the dentist was also super fascinated by the fact that I apparently have a fifth wisdom tooth, a mini tooth that's just sitting in my jawbone. According to her, it's super rare. They also want me to wear braces. Either by daytime or for sleeping because I got some kind of horsebite or something. Joy x2.

Got a bunch of appointments coming up; psychiatry, doctor, optician, dentist - again. I feel kinda stressed.
I know how you feel with the wisdom tooth part. I have something called "Pericoronitis" in which the gum above my wisdom tooth is swollen due to a mild infection. I already paid for antibiotics and I made sure to get myself some warm water with salt in order to gargle hoping that it helps. Its been 3 days since it started and only now am I doing something about it.

Gonna have to extract all four of them in 2 months. Yay...
 
Mildly pissed off because I burnt myself while cooking. I splashed boiling hot oil onto my hand while flipping over some potato patties I was frying up. The feeling was very unpleasant to say the least.
Most of my cooking burns have been tiny little dot burns from the idiotic act of frying bacon shirtless. My worst was a few years ago when in a fit of insanity, I had a half-inch of grease to brown a roast and for some mentally retarded reason, just violently slapped the entire roast down into the boiling grease like I normally do when there is only a barely visible layer of grease in the skillet.

Obviously it splashed everywhere including my hand which looked like something from a zombie movie for a month or so. Why the fuck did I do that? (Something I often say in my life.)
 
Had a horrible time today after the power went out, got pushed to my breaking point and broke. Technically yesterday now but the stuff that ensued is gonna leave a mark on how I interact with family later I think.
The other day I noticed some oddly soft and spongy wood in one of my windowsills, so today I finally sawed and removed a section to investigate. Lo and behold, IT'S WATER DAMAGE :roll: UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH
Now I have to ask myself the hardest question: do I handle this myself, or do I enlist the help of my house flipper mother who'll incessantly nitpick me and the condition of my house the entire way through?
Could be worse, could be like my family and just let the dripping stay going on in the walls for several years and letting water damage get worse in places it's visible saying it's fixed. I'm freaking out internally 24/7 I don't got the cash or skillset to fix this kinda thing. I'm surprised it's not falling apart somehow.
 
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