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I thought I was going somewhere in this job until a few months ago. I think my boss just confirmed for me that I wasn't really doing all that great, it was just the soft bigotry of low expectations.

I am absolutely broken. I have no idea what else I would do if not engineering, but leaving for another job in the same lane will probably mean I go through the "token female engineer" shit again. I wouldn't kill myself, but fuck if it's going to be easy to get out of bed in the short.
 
So, aside from working a 9-hour retail shift later today, I'm also going to be working a 9-hour shift tomorrow. Also, next week, my entire store is going to be working every day of the week due to Black Friday... including two more 9-hour shifts. Doesn't help that I have to deal with old people insisting to my face that retail "isn't so bad", and that it's "an easy job that's low-stress"; according to them, the only thing that ever matters is whether or not you're making a good amount of money. "The value of a dollar is more important than anything else in life", that sort of bullshit.

On the writing side of things, I think I've got a slight idea on how to design a character; I've got a solid base design in mind. That said, there's still a LOT of details that I need to fine-tune before I'm done, and I've also got to figure out the world/story that I want to run with it. Still, any progress is good progress, at least.
 
this flu is really beating my ass. i really hope it fucks off soon. my entire body aches, so do my lungs when i inhale. i keep getting headaches like hell. i'm so exhausted physically and yet i can't sleep properly ;n; barely managing around 3 hours. and oh man, the fucking violent sneezing. ow.

i know naptime is in the username and all, but i'd really appreciate it if god would give me a break and actually let me sleep for a solid 8 hours. >:(
 
I spent yesterday with a coworker who has managed to specifically join a running club to snatch an elite runner; he did. He pumped 9 successful kids out of her; he worked for a millionaire having company parties on a yacht drinking $800 wines; he owned his own company, and now he's here, working a menial job. Absolutely does not care about having 'fallen' from grace cause he got a family and experiences and all manner of shit to care about other than the job. Which I envy. I don't wanna achieve great things but at least working in an office would be nice.

We always get a chance to apply for positions internally here before they're posted online. 5-6 of us wanted to move to the porter function (generic male duty so makes sense). Then they put it public and now the tally is at 90 applicants. It really reminds me how fucking dogshit the job market is. How fucked and lucky and completely random it all has to be for you to get a job. But once you're inside, especially in the public sector? You can go through a cancer treatment plan and not get fired for it cause the unions would eat the ass of whoever's responsible.

If I can just land an office gig in the public sector, I'd be set up for a few years. Can I get one? Nope, cause it's such a middle-aged mother dominated field that applications sometimes slip up and say "she" about the future employee. And my job isn't tied to any such office jobs, so I can't nudge-nudge my way into a transfer like we can to become security guards or handymen. I've signed up for emails about office jobs but other than 2-3 at once, once a year, there's just none of them. These women grow fucking roots cause they're paid above their skills and get to say "Oh I work in the mental health sector, oh sweet angel I".

I'm scared of the private sector cause I got fired from the one job I finally landed, which was somehow worse paid than this one, but nonetheless marketing in a warm office. I can grow confident real quickly if I master my tasks only for them to get shattered by a poor boss going "Uhh step it up?". Granted, plenty of smalltime public sectors have cozy municipality gigs out in buttfuck nowhere, so I can apply for some of those. Sounds cool as hell to be in charge of forests and shores but the work itself is still just applications and mails.
I thought I was going somewhere in this job until a few months ago. I think my boss just confirmed for me that I wasn't really doing all that great, it was just the soft bigotry of low expectations.
I'm at a point where I feel confident in what I say and do at work, and all was going well in my new team, being affirmed in whatever small things I said based on experiences. Then I sent a mail to the new head nurse in my department and she basically just replied "Who the fuck are you and why are you assuming these things". You know, the physicality of "Hey could you not leave used containers in this corridor that you literally all walk past and do nothing about?". So either I need to be stoic and realize everyone in the entire fucking hospital hate that one ward she controls, for good reasons, or go "Oh right I'm unnoteworthy and have bad people skills". In these situations I usually just think of an exchange I read about; someone being declined at all their interviews until they found their new workplace where the chief just said "Of course you were declined, you were meant to be here instead". Guess it's a mental switch sorta thing.
 
It is going to snow a LOT here this weekend so i'm glad i'm not going anywhere. I got income support sorted out for a couple months which helps, if i'm careful it may hold over until I get more contract work next year, but I'll be trying to find stuff in the meantime.
 
Night shifts done for the week. I got called 13:30 yesterday asking if I could come in and do another. We are very short staffed at the moment so agreed and told them I hadn't slept yet and if it was quiet I was going to nap on work time.

The boss agreed, was grateful and I got paid for sleeping half my shift - Nice!.


this flu is really beating my ass. i really hope it fucks off soon. my entire body aches, so do my lungs when i inhale. i keep getting headaches like hell. i'm so exhausted physically and yet i can't sleep properly ;n; barely managing around 3 hours. and oh man, the fucking violent sneezing. ow.

i know naptime is in the username and all, but i'd really appreciate it if god would give me a break and actually let me sleep for a solid 8 hours. :mad:

Sounds like you need a soak in the tub some, codeine and sleepy pills. 😌 Hope you feel better soon I was ill for weeks.
 
Feeling particularly doomer over stupid gender war shit I see online in various places, and my own identity in relation to gender (not in a tranny way). I'm so dumb for letting myself get upset at what people say online, but this stuff does reflect reality and society, and it bothers me.
 
My day has been ok so far, the holidays have always been difficult for me because I have the curse of being an "at any cost" people pleaser

I'm hosting my family this year plus visiting family elsewhere and doing Thanksgiving with my inlaws.
It all makes my head hurt.

I did learn how to make origami balloons though, and I'm just sitting here folding them to help unwind.
 
Feeling particularly doomer over stupid gender war shit I see online in various places, and my own identity in relation to gender (not in a tranny way). I'm so dumb for letting myself get upset at what people say online, but this stuff does reflect reality and society, and it bothers me.
I know that feeling if from a guy's perspective. Outside of being a regular in the Stinkditch to laugh at troons I actively avoid any and all gender wars crap on the Farms nowadays. It helps a lot to cut off as much gender wars stuff from your life as humanly possible, IMO.
 
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I've only been in this neighbourhood (countryside, ~99% white British) for about 6 months, yet something strange happened earlier while I was at the gym.

Before I'd even warmed up, a middle-aged guy came up to me asking if I was the one who'd left their headphones at the desk in the middle of the gym. I said no, as I'd only just got here.

The guy kept talking to me, just friendly stuff, nothing our of the ordinary. He seemed about my age, so I figured it was just conversation.

Long story short, he finds out I'm a professional, married, fresh to the area. At this point I'm still warming up, not bothered about the conversation or the time.

He answers a phone call from his wife (supposedly) then asks if I'd like to join the local Lodge (there's one literally ~1 minute away from the house I bought,) which is hardly a secret. The conversation kinda faded out naturally, but he said he'd seen me a few times in the gym moving 'big weight.'

I had a great uncle who was a Mason in the early 1960s, he told me to some wild shit. It's probably different and more cucked now.

What do I do fellow bigots?
 
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