How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

[Vapor Sauce]

My uncle was diagnosed with throat cancer that has spread to his neck and lymph nodes. He's in his 70s so there is a strong chance he doesn't survive the treatment. My parents are basically becoming hopeless over it and my sister is acting like a patronizing bitch because she's a nurse and knows everything apparently. It's just wonderful.

 

[666NASTYFUCKINGFREAK666]

I'm still trying to set up all my bills on Autopay and make sure its actually working and while I was looking at my electricity and gas bills that they're like $110 and $125 while I budgeted them for $150 each, so thats cool.

My paycheck is supposed to hit today so like in true nigger fashion I'm about to blow it on a bunch of retarded shit; in this case I'm going to buy 4 new monitors and a mount that makes it so that there are 2 monitors on the bottom and 2 above it, alongside some cable management/power strip things. My shit is going to look like a Combine terminal from Half Life 2.

 

[Core Theorist]

I just finished my tub of strawberry yogurt from yesterday. On the one hand, I loved it!

On the other hand... no more yogurt...








YOU FUCKING THOUGHT! I got another one of vanilla yogurt! I love vanilla yogurt! Yippee!

 

[Soup ‘n’ Salad]

I’ve started drinking coffee again recently. Normally I have a pretty low caffeine tolerance, but I figure it’d be better to have it in my holster when I start working retail again soon. The salted caramel java monster cans are a lot tastier than what I remembered from years ago…

 

[Scream Aim Fire]

My seasonal job contract finally expired, so I'm now looking for a new job. This wouldn't be so bad, except my mother's been screaming like a banshee at me to get a new one; she honestly believes that I could just walk in somewhere and get a new one. Doesn't help that she's got a bit of a... narcissism problem; can't say literally anything against her without her flying off the handle and screaming that "everyone is against her" or something. Even if you do manage to explain something, it just goes in one ear and out the other.

Aside from that, writing's been mixed again; I've got the setting down, though I'm a bit lost on where/how to actually chronologically start the plot. Character design is also having some problems, as while I've got it mostly done, there's a specific part that's giving me problems. Other than that, and IRL taking up my time for writing, I'm basically good.

 

[missnaptime]

if it was possible for embarrassment to consume a person to the point of seriously considering becoming a hermit that leaves industrial society i think i have achieved it.

ordered some flowers for the guy i'm talking to to be delivered to his house; it gets cancelled. i then have to call the company, where they inform me that most of the flowers chosen are out of season. she giggles and laughs as i hang up. fuck. i don't want to get a premade bouquet because i feel that renders it without as much meaning.

i call up another business to see if they do it; or have any suggestions, the number listed is for the wrong branch and i accidentally call the NYC branch, not the one i want.

so now there's probably a bunch of florists very fucking confused as to why some british girl is ringing them up asking about flowers out of season, having a spasticated moment trying to very anxiously call on the phone, and i am not good with phone calls *at all*;

i have coursework to be handed in within the next 14 hours, and it is not done. i have to grind these out, but procrastination goes brr, so i'm trying to focus on that.

in conclusion, kill me.

 

[WhatInTheActualFuck]

Day three of the flu (the OG version, not the shitty Chinesium one). Been spending my days bundled under multiple quilts and still can't get warm enough, haven't eaten a thing in the same three days and have coughed enough that each new fit (or sneeze) feels like a gut punch.

Would not recommend.

 

[Friend of Dorothy Parker]

if it was possible for embarrassment to consume a person to the point of seriously considering becoming a hermit that leaves industrial society i think i have achieved it.

ordered some flowers for the guy i'm talking to to be delivered to his house; it gets cancelled. i then have to call the company, where they inform me that most of the flowers chosen are out of season. she giggles and laughs as i hang up. fuck. i don't want to get a premade bouquet because i feel that renders it without as much meaning.

i call up another business to see if they do it; or have any suggestions, the number listed is for the wrong branch and i accidentally call the NYC branch, not the one i want.

so now there's probably a bunch of florists very fucking confused as to why some british girl is ringing them up asking about flowers out of season, having a spasticated moment trying to very anxiously call on the phone, and i am not good with phone calls *at all*;

i have coursework to be handed in within the next 14 hours, and it is not done. i have to grind these out, but procrastination goes brr, so i'm trying to focus on that.

in conclusion, kill me.

My dear, if it helps, they don't know you and their perceptions don't matter (either in your life or, almost definitely, in theirs (and no1curr about their lives)). Please remember that. If you know what you want to do, don't be cowed by embarrassment or obstacles. (Of course, be realistic whether is x is achievable, but never melt into the floor if it isn't. I guarantee you're not the worst, and even if so: oh, well!

And remember, they're supposed to be the experts and you're not. I'd only be annoyed that they just canceled and didn't reach out to you to talk it through.

Also - don't beat yourself up for stammering on the phone or whatever. Ignore any impatience, or worst case tell them you'll call back. And in this case, you could ask what's in season then take it away to think about. You're the customer.

And just get your work done! This dilemma/gift will be here tomorrow, so head down and grind out the coursework, then pick this thing up tomorrow. Good luck! You've got it, and if you don't, do your best and take it as useful info for how much time things require next time.

 

[bliblblblbbllb]

if it was possible for embarrassment to consume a person to the point of seriously considering becoming a hermit that leaves industrial society i think i have achieved it.

Spoiler: my flower hell story

I ordered a rather large, showy floral arrangement to my relative to be delivered on the morning of her retirement ceremony at a university (far from where I live.) She called me the day of because she had just gotten chewed out by the warehouse for getting a personal delivery.

I had the flowers delivered to the correct address, to the lobby of her building, but when the receptionist saw the delivery, she told them all deliveries must go to the warehouse across campus where they keep the landscaping stuff. The warehouse was very concerned because they did not know anything about anyone ordering a floral arrangement to a party and thought it was something someone was trying to sneak past the budget/abuse the company cards. They refused the delivery and called my relative thinking she bought them for herself. I feel like at any point the guy could have said "These are flowers for this event" but I later learned that the floral company just straight-up uses FedEx and it was a FedEx guy and apparently no one was really aware it was flowers for the guest of honor.

I call the company and they offer to just re-deliver my stuff.... soonest date, a week from now. Yeah umm... she's retired now and the university went on holiday. But whatever, I had it delivered to her house instead.
And yes, AFTER I confirm all this, AFTER they go ahead and re-deliver it, THEN they send me a message, "So we already shipped it and you can't do shit about this, but we actually sent a completely different product because we were out of stock!"
They send my relative flowers that, in our culture, strongly symbolize death and graveyards. Marigolds are NOT a substitute for yellow roses!
On top of that, it was a pretty sad arrangement and definitely not worth what I paid for. I went again to the company going WTF, and they told me the best they could do was give me a full credit for another purchase. Couldn't refund it because it was accepted, but I have a free bouquet on the house (I have to pay fees and shipping of course.)

The best part? I tried to use that credit and get a bouquet for Valentine's Day, and they did the exact same shit and subbed my roses for carnations after I placed the order, and they were really sloppily cut.

I told people about this horrible experience and they pretty much all said, "Oh hahah, you should never go to THAT florist! Everyone knows that THIS florist is the good one in town!"
I guess I had to learn the hard way who the good florist in town is. This wasn't like a grocery store or anything- I'm pretty sure a grocery store counter would have done a better job- it was a real, established local buisness in the city.

Point being, apparently the logistics of ordering flowers to someplace is some sort of lost art, and hitches and fuck-ups are common. However somehow I am able to purchase rare, live tropical houseplants from several states away via Etsy, and they've arrived lovingly packed with heatpacks and undamaged, on time, every time, and always matching product description or even getting photos of the exact plant I'm receiving. I think it's the florist's fault, not yours.

 

[Core Theorist]

I'm full of yogurt and various forms of meat and carbohydrates, so I got a full belly, it's warm and toasty inside while it's cold outside, and I'm wearing my favorite pair of jammies. I'm reading about California getting what it deserves, I had a nice session in Skyrim of cutting people's heads off, and I've been feeling good about my little CGI hobby. Life is fucking great, this is a level of comfy that shouldn't even be possible!

 

[Lukie]

Finally on holiday. No more fucking night shifts until the 26th.

 

[DenseDeerFather]

Good day at work today. Boss is very accommodating. I'm ghost writing his emails and SoMe posts. I prefer that way more than working on their website. It also doesn't help that Google Sites or whatever is really finicky. Anyway I'll be handling SoMe and SEO emails from now on. Great!

Also I pulled a Karen and launched a complain about the bus driver driving me home. I feel a little bit guilty and anxious even though I made it clear that I just want him to mind the way he talks to people. And by people, I mean me.

I've had issues with him before. Guy tends to yell and bitch like your Asshole boomer grandfather you're forced to spend Christmas with unless you're a child or a pretty teenage girl.

He also seems to make up rules about bus etiquette and travel cards on the fly. I've let it slide until today where he began screaming at me from the middle of the bus. Like wtf, what's his problem?

 

[YHWH's Strongest Soldier]

Point being, apparently the logistics of ordering flowers to someplace is some sort of lost art, and hitches and fuck-ups are common.

I once received a bouquet ordered for a completely different address. The delivery guy of course did not speak the local language nor anything from the neighboring countries. Wouldn't take no for an answer and still left the flowers in front of my door after I rejected the delivery.

My point is to never trust a florist to get the job done right. They're horrible across the entire globe and universally incompetent.

 

[ShiftyBoi]

Have had a few days to myself and haven't done much with them, kind of disappointed.
I find this happens every time I have some break or stretch of time when I can be productive, I usually end up failing miserably. It feels like only deadlines can motivate me to do anything.

Maybe I should set goals for myself, or maybe not buy food or something when I haven't done the shit I should be doing. Idk.

Granted, it feels nice to sit around and play Elden Ring for a few days but I often think back to times when I've done a lot of work in a short span of time, and I wonder how much time I've wasted on bullshit. Sometimes that extends to this place as well, but at the very least this place requires very little time or serious attention to enjoy.

 

[Core Theorist]

Have had a few days to myself and haven't done much with them, kind of disappointed(...)

(...)Maybe I should set goals for myself, or maybe not buy food or something when I haven't done the shit I should be doing(...)

Granted, it feels nice to sit around and play Elden Ring for a few days but I often think back to times when I've done a lot of work in a short span of time, and I wonder how much time I've wasted on bullshit(...)

Spoiler: Some thoughts on such feelings...

I have similar problems, but I think everybody needs to count their blessings in that we even have time to waste. I think that, of course we're all meant to be 'productive', but we can't be little drones that work every waking moment like the WEF expects us to be. I think that as long as most of our entertainment is even a little enriching, it can't be a complete 'waste'. I've been working on a CGI project and it's been a great excuse to learn how to model stuff. None of it is actually 'good' and it's not like I'm making money, but it's still learning how to do something, even if it isn't objectively 'useful'.

Still, even if you aren't turning it towards anything immediately 'productive', as long as you aren't just blankly staring at the screen and jerking it with absolutely nothing going on in your mind, right? I read somewhere that the greeks and shit thought book learning and writing things down was bad for you for essentially similar reasons, "you aren't actually doing anything". Good stimulation is good stimulation no matter the source, or that's what I think anyway. I just can't believe SimCity or 'Elden Ring' or anything like that where you actually have to think about what you're doing is as bad as 'Chainsaw Titty Death Simulator' or whatever flavor of the month gacha shooter porno-game nonsense is.

But, setting your own deadlines never hurts. I can't do them either admittedly (lmao) but it's always worth a shot. Good luck to you, nigga.

Anyway, I'm also drinking some sparkling water and it tastes so good I can't believe it's not rotting my teeth, but it's so goddamn good, man. I feel just as guilty drinking this shit as Pepsi but fuck it, it's a guilty pleasure. At least I'm not smoking crack through my dickhole...?

EDIT: oh, it's this candy-flavored stuff. It really does taste like skittles! I love skittles!

 

[Quarter Pounder]

I picked up the Wu Flu a month ago and I’m still getting over it, having problems with that persistent dry cough and breathlessness. It sucks because I really committed to getting fit over the last couple of years and now I’m exhausted just going up some stairs. Really hoping this isn’t going to be following me around for much longer.

 

[I (Don't) Have A Gun]

Pretty good actually.
Not to overshare (but damn the sort of shit I was ignoring and excusing... I am ashamed I didn't do something sooner) but I use to have a tranny friend and it took me a while but I cut ties with him when I realised that all trannies are fucked up freaks and I want nothing to do with any of that degenerate sexually predatory shit. TTD.

But I've been spending my time and effort making new friends, investing in old friends. I realised that some people are worth being prejudice against (and that the tranny lolcows on this site might be the worst examples but that there are no good examples), and that not everyone deserves a chance. Now I've found myself in a group of pretty good people.

 

[Clitonium]

I fucked up so royally, terribly, horrifically, awfully, and embarrassingly so much that I dare not reiterate what I did lest I rue the day of my birth.

 

[Juan But Not Forgotten]

Just take out the battery, ffs. Then take the battery with you to the store so you get the right one. Likely a 9-volt (every battery-powered smoke detector I've ever had is a 9V. So it's an educated guess but just take it with you.)

I tried and it started ringing. And yes, it was 9 volt one. I changed it and it finally shut up.

 

[Lukie]

I fucked up so royally, terribly, horrifically, awfully, and embarrassingly so much that I dare not reiterate what I did lest I rue the day of my birth.

You sleep with that chick who everyone hates and was trauma dumping?