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I'm somehow becoming the HR person at my job and it's starting to get annoying.
This has been my situation at my job. Took a promotion to be a regional manager this year and got moved to the main corporate office. Our HR dept is literally all nepotism hires who are not qualified to fill any of their roles, they're just related to the VP of HR in some way. So now I have a stream of people coming into my office everyday for shit that should be handled by HR.

The fact that I just listen and give them a direct, reasonable answer has doomed me to be the go to person. I've got people from departments I have no oversight of or involvement with coming to me. In the short term, shit's lame, but recently one of the VPs gave me some minor ass pats for being "always available to help" and for being a "team player". So long term I guess it will help, it may help you also since people trust you, still gay though.
 
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This has been my situation at my job. Took a promotion to be a regional manager this year and got moved to the main corporate office. Our HR dept is literally all nepotism hires who are not qualified to fill any of their roles, they're just related to the VP of HR in some way. So now I have a stream of people coming into my office everyday for shit that should be handled by HR.

The fact that I just listen and give them a direct, reasonable answer has doomed me to be the go to person. I've got people from departments I have no oversight of or involvement with coming to me. In the short term, shit's lame, but recently one of the VPs gave me some minor ass pats for being "always available to help" and for being a "team player". So long term I guess it will help, it may help you also since people trust you, still gay though.
Document things and go above the VP of HR and state that because you are doing their roles you should be eligible for their pay grade.
 
Document things and go above the VP of HR and state that because you are doing their roles you should be eligible for their pay grade.
That, as described, is not how you get anywhere in most organizations. Doing that will embarrass you, your manager, their manager, and everyone else...and will get people laughing about or annoyed with you behind closed doors. Sure, might work in some situations, but in most it's sure to alienate everyone and potentially tank your career.

Better approach: yes, document, keep telling your manager about it and the time it requires, ask for advice/ assistance in managing it. And OP, if you don't want this role, tell people a quick thought then say, "but I really can't advise you. I'd suggest that if you can't work it out, Reach out to x [HR person]." Also learn how to end convos quickly but in a way people still feel heard/good. Remember it's not just managing your workload but also building a network/ supporters.

For @Mop_Bucket it's probably a good thing, but you have to manage the time it requires if it's not an evaluation metric. That a senior person acknowledged your contributions, even if not strictly required by your job, is good. Don't get sucked into being everyone's therapist, but if you're seen as someone other people trust/go to, that's potentially a big plus. But do get clear on what things are managerial vs actual HR-area, and stay on the leader/manager side of it. Keep your manager in the loop / if it's sucking away your time to do your primary job, it's their job to remove obstacles/raise the flag. Do you have relationships with other RMs to chat about it/ compare experiences?
 
Do you ever get the feeling that the two halves of your brain have completely different goals and motivations?
inside me there are two wolves

both of them have an impulse control problem

one is disinhibited

the other is doing a lot of meth

I had a nice holiday. Wednesday I get my cysty thing hauled out. Opioid posting here I come. Sorry
 
Try tell uncle about trannys and my view on them. His respond: "i don't like separating artist from art".

stupid. (we were talk jk rowling)

retard like me understand how ruin they are for society.
I assume your broken English is because you're ESL but I always just imagine it's the cat in your profile pic speaking and it brings me joy.
 
I assume your broken English is because you're ESL but I always just imagine it's the cat in your profile pic speaking and it brings me joy.
Actually nuts how quickly people are discredited over accent or grammar. Yet, nobody looks at the indian with 5 PhDs and go "lmao okay bruv ching chong curry fuck off". I guess cause it's a sign of lack of intelligence or canbebotheredness to learn the one language we all share.
Document things and go above the VP of HR and state that because you are doing their roles you should be eligible for their pay grade.
Kinda funny cause we're literally taking over half the work of one of my bosses, both of whom we don't know what the fuck they spend all day doing. I mean at least one is doing work schedules but outside that, neither leave their office. We won't get a raise so I'm just here itching to ask at the next staff meeting, "so uh. What do we get in return for half your job?".

Anyway. Another day off, up 6am, doing fuck all. I imagine a better world where I'm 2 cups of tea in and playing fighting games, but that wouldn't put me in a better mental state than the fuckall I'm actually doing. Day left on my WoW sub and Ive no interest in it since mmorpgs are the gaming equivalent of doomscrolling, but Ive nothing else to do. 6 days of working and my reward is clicking fast forward on the Click remote.
 
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Back injury may Actually be a new fun chronic issue. Appointment secured. So maybe can get some imaging done and better pain management as this seems to have decided to be recurring. It’s really got me deep in a depression. Not a stranger to joint issues but man.
big thing is.. i gotta get my raging depression induced insomnia to back off. I look like hell and feel like it. Not helping my pain. My loud neighbors are not helping. Resorting to sleep meds tonight so wish me luck.
Like damn!! got a camping trip soon!! A bitch got guns to shoot!! Friend is letting me try out his 9 mm!! I know it’s nothing special but I wanna shoot it… I gotta get decent rest first…
 
I'm continuing to do well. I'm attending a wedding this month (thankfully not mine) and that's bound to be interesting. I'm also going up to rural northern Washington either immediately or shortly after the wedding to help my mother out with some shit, the actual timeframe will depend on some other things I can't get into without powerleveling. As far as how I"m getting up there I won't be driving up due to circumstances, I'll either have to fly up or bus up (I was also looking into taking the train but that has it's own set of issues).

That said both of these event will require me to get some of my shit together. For the wedding it'll mostly be dress attire and a gift while the trip will require a bit more finessing (weather-suitable clothing, utility items like chargers and battery packs, toiletries, a new suitcase and backpack, etc.).
 
Oh right- within the last 24 hours I heard a coworker say "she" about an unoccupied position in regards to a future employee, basically assuming it's gonna be another middle-aged woman, AND seen two job listings of realistic proportions that nonetheless were both 5 hours/week less on average, which is the classic "working mom who can drop off her kids at school" window.

It may not be sexism but holy hell is it "gotta have a female skeleton to pass through here, bud". I've no issues writing applications for jobs out of my league, but at this point why even bother. If not qualifications or experience, it's not fitting the "we just want a carbon copy of the person who just quit"ness. I genuinely do not ever expect to see a mid-30s dude hired for any job other than nurse in this entire institution of hundreds of people. Even the handiwork folk are +40.

This has become a blogging outlet but there's few other spaces in his zoomerized hellscape. Kill me.
 
This has become a blogging outlet but there's few other spaces in his zoomerized hellscape. Kill me.
Then when you actually try to talk about stuff like this the retards will just try to gaslight you and pretend you are the crazy one while they purposely withhold any empathy or further discussion/play dumb because its "funny" to them. Then have the gall to want some sympathy for themselves when they really do only have themselves to blame when its their turn be gaslit by their peers and they helped drive away anyone who would have at least listened to their dumbass.

I appreciate this thread and the supportive kiwis here.
 
Will be going back to the gym for the first time in a year today. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how I feel at any particular moment that means I'll have to give up alcohol because drinking 2000 calories of whiskey at once isn't very conductive to gains, so thats cool, I guess.

I had a health scare where I dropped a shitton of weight (down to 108lbs before I bulked back up) and while I was trying to exercise I got bucketcrabbed by a bunch of retards who convinced me that I should stop working out, so hopefully thats a lesson learned and I can stick to it this time.
 
It may not be sexism but holy hell is it "gotta have a female skeleton to pass through here, bud".
1694123617265.png Can't change your skeleton but you can always change your pronouns.
 
I am sorry to disappoint @Party Hat Wurmple but my lady trouble is neither twins, triplets nor cancer. My trouble is a big, fuck off cyst. Looks mixed type apparently; looks mostly fluid but there are 'solid looking areas.' (Maybe it is a cool one with teeth.)

By the magic of private healthcare I will be getting a surgical removal since consultant wants to do pathology on it "to be sure" but mainly because it is obviously giving me trouble.

Awaiting date but should be about a month, so after planned family/extended family/friends holiday. We go round about this time to rented villas with parents in law, their besties, their besties' son and daughter in law (who are our friends) and their kids (who are friends with our kids). There are plenty of other adults around to do kid-shepherding and it's not a long flight home if need be, so consultant is happy for me to go. I am going because I don't see any need to cancel the family holiday so that I can stay home and look at the walls. It's not like I'm actually sick.

It was helpfully confirmed separately that no swimmers are swimming any longer, so it was never going to be surprise baby. Despite this being exactly what was planned, I have noticed I seem to lowkey feel some type of way about this. It's probably hormonal disturbance. (It is not. I am brooding. I would have had ALL the babies if I was allowed.)
Chop chop day was today.

It didn't actually go that well. There were complications and the cyst is off to pathology, but tl;dr I'm now unexpectedly missing a right ovary.

Line up the empty egg carton jokes, I am now missing one of mine.

I'm tired and sore and wasn't expecting this. Am lying in hospital bed fucking around on iPad because I'm finding it hard to sleep for pain, I can't really move around, and it's not visiting time.

I don't know the next steps yet; supposedly I lost a lot of blood so I'm not getting out for a day or two yet. I got a wee transfusion and I'm getting some iron and fluids run in. I need to talk to someone about HRT decisions, too, which is a cherry on a shit sundae, since I'm apparently below the age to be missing an egg carton. Risk of broken bones and likely earlier menopause and all that. Fucking glorious.

The keyhole had to be converted to a proper laparotomy so I now have a third massive incision whacked on top of two C-section scars. That's going to look fucking magnificent.

Also there's now a great big hole in me, I can't really move without pulling at the wound (fucking ow), and I now have an eight week recovery time instead of a week.

Kids go back to school next week and I'm going to need a bunch of help at the start with looking after them and getting them back and forward to school etc.

This is a monumental pain in the arse. I fucking hate to be sick, so fucking much.

I would rather have had surprise baby.
 
Suffering with anxiety really badly:
I have this thing where it seems that when I have bouts of big anxiety attacks, I begin to talk to myself a lot, and act weird. Like imagining I'm rehearsing for a project, or difficulty focusing on my job and this is being a very, VERY difficult struggle. I don't know why in particular, bit this is draining me a lot. I try to shift my attention to calm down and look to other things but it's not helping me. I would love to talk to somebody here about this in private, but I guess I don't want to get too personal. Meh. It just sucks, my brain just wants this "panic" attack to end, it has been going on for three weeks almost. Difficulty to keep a focused rythm at the gym as well.
 
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