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I want to leave my job, I haven't been able to attend church in a month, I haven't spoken to my friends, for an extended period also.

The Anabaptist ladies at my store are always quite polite and kind, and I enjoy seeing them.

I feel estranged from God, and I don't want that to be so.
God will always be with you. Your desire to be in contact with him makes it so. Remember to pray and have faith.

God bless you.
 
Had my 20 week scan yesterday. After the two miscarriages, Mr Squid and I were shitting ourselves but our squidlet is absolutely perfect. Little bastard has some kick on them too for only being a 20 week old foetus. After the scan I finally feel like I can relax and enjoy being pregnant.
 
This will be a long one.


So, I have a coworker whom I utterly fucking detest. For the sake of veiled anonymity, I’m calling him Alan. Alan is a pot-bellied, mushmouthed, mumbling Brooklyn hipster with very visible aspergers who has been the prime source of my misery for the two and a half months I have been working here. He’s argumentative, rude, extremely temperamental and generally unpleasant to work with. I’ve been putting up with his bullshit through gritted teeth because this job pays well and I desperately want it to work out until I can find something that aligns better with my career goals.

Being autistic or otherwise lazy, Alan never communicates to the upper brass, so whenever my department is in trouble, I’m the one who has to smooth things over with management and also take the blame every time shit hits the fan.
Because he communicates to no one, Alan left without notice two Thursdays ago for some concert tour in Europe and didn’t tell management he went on vacation.

This isn’t the first time he’s been a no-show and apparently because he has been classified as a part timer (despite working 40+ hour weeks like me), therefore thought he had unlimited time off but I’m not completely certain about that detail.

In that time, management and half the shop floor has come to my department asking me every day since, “where is your guy?” Literally no one, not even the people who write my paychecks, knew where Alan had gone until yesterday. One of the co-founders, an utterly clueless guido who for some reason likes Alan and is oblivious to how much of an asshole he is, told me he will be supposedly be back by Wednesday, but his fate is currently being sorted out by the director of operations and is thus indeterminate for now.

These past seven days have been the best days I’ve had at this job, and I was sick for two of them! If Alan gets away with job abandonment, I am going to be livid. I believe he’s full of shit when he supposedly said he gave notice because every person who he would have emailed to say he was taking time off has come to me asking if I knew where he went. There is not a chance in hell such an email would have gotten buried.

Even if my request to be transferred to a different department gets granted, I don’t think I want to continue working at a company that does nothing to punish people who think they don’t need to tell their bosses they’re going to fucking Europe for almost three weeks. We have a lot of work coming up so I’m worried there is a good chance management will overlook this and give Alan a slap on the wrist just so they’re not short a worker in small department of two people.

However, I’m 100% confident that I can manage this department myself until management could find a new hire, but they might think differently. If Wednesday takes a turn for the worst, I’m marching into the DoO’s office demanding answers and I am fully prepared to walk out and leave Alan to the wolves. I despise him that much and he has made me dread coming into work every day that he is here.


TLDR Insufferable autistic coworker may get away with job abandonment and I may sabotage my own financial security and quit over it.
 
Well, a few weeks ago I was pretty much done with life. I decided if things could not change in the next few months, I was officially making plans to end it.

But I didn't wallow in the depression and self pity and instead threw myself into survival and doing everything I could (within my own morals) to make a change in my life happen. And thankfully this time, it was actually rewarded. I had a few job interviews, a few offers and took one back in the industry I'm most familiar with that I wasn't sure would be right for me. Honestly, it's kind of sketchy but it pays weekly, above minimum wage and you basically sit there and do next to nothing. Given the industry, it's not really supposed to be this sketchy but it's good enough for now, being in dire straits.

In fact, these past few days or so have been actually mostly okay? It could be worse? I did, like someone a few pages back, also recently make a questionable hair style choice that I would also describe as "mostly okay" but maybe next month everything will be "fairly decent" (including the hair).
 
I'm trying really hard to do anger management, but it's been hard. I can't stop reading the news. Granted, that's entirely on me. I love following current events, even if they piss me off. I just have to know what's going on in the world. Also, news aside, I have too much pent up resentment and old grudges. I want to move on, but some of my mental scars run too deep. All the same, I'm trying.

Those are my excuses. I really want to stop feeling angry inside.

Thanks for hearing me out if you read this.
 
Lastly...on an even more personal note. As good as things seem to FINALLY be going. I can't help but feel like this is some kinda "last chance." A "don't fuck this one up focus, make a good first impression on Monday, work smarter not harder, and do whatever it takes to make this one last, " scenario. I don't know if i believe in karma, luck, guardian angels and all that jazz, but it's like the universe has given me too many second chances as it is, and this big one is my last one. A fresh start to really put my life in order and start on a road to bigger and better things. Onward and upward...just don't fuck this one up.
How would you fuck it up? If you are reliable, show up on time and do the work you are an asset.
 
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Doing fairly well at the moment. Just recently got a job working for a big music venue with housekeeping. I used to work facility there before the pandemic happened and when venues were opening back up they got a cleaning company to replace the former facility workers. Saw they were hiring for housekeeping so I applied and contacted them directly since I've worked there before. And honestly, this job is a lot better than doing the night shifts. It's just me who does the housekeeping during the day and I don't have to deal with people, I have now a key fob that lets me get into the venue whenever I want and I now have a parking pass there so I don't have to pay for parking because in downtown of my state you can't really park anywhere for free. I'm also getting 16 dollars an hour where in my state is double of the minimum wage. Considering I'm an autistic who didn't go to college and struggled for years to find a job, I've been feeling proud of myself lately because of it.

Been doing a lot better with my major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder through stuff like medication and therapy. My depression is mostly fully figured out and almost of my anxiety attacks/panic attacks. Having ten years of struggling with those things I've been proud that I'm conquering my demons.

Only thing that's really bothering me right now is I have thick ear wax and every week I have to clean my ears with eardrops to remove it because my earwax clogs up and makes me have vertigo and my inner ear gets swollen. I just cleaned it yesterday so I should be better again in a couple of days.
 
I'm afraid that I'm losing my mind. This is not a plea for pity it's just a place to put it out.

I have chronic pain, that is more or less disabling, I force myself to get through. I get up do the ablutions and keep up appearances. But, between the: chronic pain, pain killers, more life stress than I want to go into, and chronic overtiredness; I'm so far from OK that I need a map and a compass just to get through the day.

Still, stiff upper lip, mustn't grumble, there's plenty worse of than me.

I just want: more, more life, more fun, more than just scraping through, more money (employment is difficult), more sex (yes let us get basal and corporeal), more experience, more life, more colour, more stimulation, more achievement, more self respect and just more satisfaction.

As to the mind bit, so much of the time is spent with my adrenals getting overstimulated, everything is getting monochromatic, and my life has become a system of algorithms designed just to step me through the day. My memory is also impaired, and my processing speed is extremely slow.

I've been just existing it would seem for too many years.

If you've reached the end of this, well done, and I appreciate the time that you have spent on it.
 
Just got out of a slump where I spent several months as a NEET after the biggest comedy of errors you've ever seen. Now, I've been working again for a solid month and since I've still goty old sweetheart deals on rent and utilities, I can go ahead and rebuild pretty quickly by the months end. I'm pretty bummed that I ended up doing it the way I did and there's no way I could ever make it sound good, but after spending that time masturbating, then meditating, I feel surprisingly refreshed and able to take on a new perspective on life.
Plenty of people are sick of me for bumming out like I did but Im paying them back as i type thisa. It's good to know that I was able to stumble into their good graces in the first place as it means I've made good decisions in my life somehow. Here's to ending 2022 off on breaking even.
 
You say that and then not elaborate.
>Got a job fixing shit on commission
>Job ghosts me so I quit
>Meanwhile, got swindled on a bad check scam, screwed up a top tier bank account
>Start new part time job to get some bearing; hardly any fucking hours on it
>Just when Im ready to hop onto something new, my grandma forces herself back into my living situation. She didn't technically move out since a bunch of her stuff is still there. Try to protest because I don't want old people in my ersatz bachelor pad that my family gave to me that I've been keeping clean but there's no choice.
>Around the same time, I let my brother borrow my car to fuck this bitch I don't really approve of. It comes back wrecked and needing a new transmission.
>Fucker could have gotten me arrested on a hit and run on a bust street but by some miracle I had god give pity on me.
>Things are pretty tense since he refuses to sign anything on taking responsibility or paying me back but he does pay the first installment he agreed on
>Then the dude gets arrested on murder charges over his girlfriend from a year ago. Thankfully, his family got him a lawyer so he's not totally fucked. He's still in jail for a while though.
>End up using his car until I back into a tree during some weird stress induced fever.
>Cars fucked so I ask dad for some money. Old fuck tried to shoehorn some shitty speech about responsibility when I've bailed his out, given him free repairs and paid back everything I've gotten from him. He backs down and admits he's broke when I do that.
>Grandma refuses to get me a ride to work and says it kill her or some shit.
>Say fuck it I'll fix the car myself.
>Everyone who looks says "lol, nope"
>I'm beat, so I decide to figure something out anyway, fuck them all.
>Spend several months in my head and basically lose track of spring and summer.
> Ruin another bank account with overdraft. Fuck it I'll get that car working this week.
>It's been several months now
>Spend life in stasis except for when my reserve company literally drags me out of the house.
>Grandma constantly complains about bullshit. Finally gives me a fucking ride.
>Got enrolled in a crappy shuttle service.
>Now in barracks surrounded by people who think I'm retarded for how fucked up I am; just glad I'm moving and thinking again.
It'll be a bitch to get my shit straight but then my horoscope said this year would suck. I've been getting eyes from girls around me so I think I'll get laid soon too. I hope my meth head uncle hasn't sold his properties yet. We need those as collateral to bail my brother out so that at least he gets some freedom before the state decides whether or not he gets chaired. Fuckers a legit stoner crybaby retard so that will be one hell of a bridge when we get there. Ill probably have his ass out by Thanksgiving.
 
Pretty good, today I learned that Boy Band (2002) was finally uploaded on a site uncensored so now when I have my yearly gachi viewings I don't have to look through my hardrive a few days early for it.
 
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>finally get fed up with my current company, decide to make a move
>put out feelers to two guys I know (bro network) to see if I have a chance at a much larger, better company that is advertising a position I can do
>very positive feedback
>told to expect a call from a guy there
>nothing
>still nothing
>”Did he call you?” “No.” “Huh. He said he was going to.”
>nothing
>then suddenly my company emails all supervisors: Conference call 4 pm today, be on it
>conference call starts
>president announces that our company is being sold…
>…to the company I was trying to hire on with
>FMLWTFBBQNATO

So now, I have no idea what the fuck is going to happen. At least now I know why I never got an interview, they were buying my entire company so A) why complicate things and B) in a few weeks they’ll own my ass anyway and they can decide then.

And the project I’m currently on is rapidly turning into a trash fire. My company wants out of the contract because it sucks and the client company are assholes, but no other contractor will work with the client company— because they’re assholes— so the client company doesn’t dare fire us. So you have both project managers at both companies who hate each other, threatening each other with lawyers and shit, and I’m in the middle trying to get the job done.

We have a Retail Horror and a White Collar Horror thread, maybe it’s time for a blue collar/ military one because fucking hell do I have some stories.

Oh yeah… How am I doing? Making money, and laughing so I do not tardrage out and start throwing wrenches at people. Fortunately, Clown World’s bounty in the current year is more than up to the task. Hope everyone has a good week!
 
i’ve been running across the same dude i know at least three or four times in the past month i’m completely different places. like pulling up right behind them at a light/drive thru. each time it’s been unintentional but i still feel like a creep and have the worry in the back of my head it’ll happen again.

obviously i have no way of knowing it’ll happen but each time it does it’s just looks worse. we haven’t talked in a few weeks either so i can’t help but think that’s somehow related. four times is a lot to be a coincidence but it actually is just a coincidence.
 
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