How are you doing? - Kiwi Farms Wellness Check

I have been out of a job since a month and a half without any luck finding another, thankfully I saved some money to survive in the meantime. Right now my main objective is finding any job to save more money and hopefully start the process of getting some important things I'm needing for my professional development.
I'm maintaining some hope and not trying to let my feelings and fears get the better of me, not having control over them fucked me over for a long time and the last thing I need is to fall again in that pit.
 
After a really emotionally draining week, I actually had a good weekend. Nice food, watched movies with my cats and spoke with loved ones.
I am learning how to cut my own hair to save some money and the results are good so far.
My foot still hurts but I'm doing exercises at home to help it heal.
Same. It feels so good even with a week plus of shit ahead. And I can't even say I was lying in bed for two days straight, quite the opposite, but it is so great to be able to finally sort some things out. Still I wish I was a little more productive.
 
After resigning from my last teaching job due to drama and insanity I ended up spending a few months directionless before it finally hit me that I am in a very good spot. I have enough savings to coast for over a year and I am eligible for my country's equivalent of a green card. So I'm going all in on self employment as a private tutor and am currently trying to get teaching materials along with ther odds and ends ready to go before I start seeking students. At around 7 sessions a week I can live paycheck to paycheck, but if I get 15+ a week then I could live very comfortably.
 
Darkstore job is a no go too...
Fuck this shit I'm out. I can't. I just can't fuckin' wrap it around my head, everywhere I go it's fuckin' rejection.
And filing unemployment status is a fucking beurocratic neghole I don't keen on touching cuz process takes A LOT of time I can't afford.

Fuck. My. Life.

In meantime I'm about to set up my stream setup, expect "IKOL goes either artfaggin' or GAYmin' or artfaggin' GAYmin and VTUBIN'" arc. I don't know. I can't decide what I want with streams aside from showing up what I'm up to and get at least something for being able to pay loan and live another day after.

Urgh...
 
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Fucked up trimming my toenails pretty fucking badly. Best not to use straight scissors for it again.
pain
See you in a few weeks time once it starts ingrowing.
 
I could be better. I have a car & license now at least. Now I have to make a resume, but I'd rather just escape in video games all day instead. Not looking forward to college in the fall because I'm majoring in IT. Fucking H1jeets are gonna make my life hell.
 
I still don't get what a personality test, a color test, and doing a icebreakers at a group interview has anything to do with it. It's not fun. It's wasting my time when instead of talking about the job, I have to endure a lecture for fifteen minutes about what my color meant.
Checking for agreeableness as a personality trait. Employees with high agreeableness are easier to manage, less likely to have conflict with coworkers, and less likely to receive poor feedback from clients.

A dog is a dog, and they all do dog things, but most people want a nice doggo and a good boye. Employers are taking on the liability of an employee with the same mindset.

I'm not justifying it one way or the other. This is just how it is.
 
Also I gotta go full Karen until something is done.
Have spent the time since then going full Karen. Called the police one night because she took to hitting my windows with a broom at 1 in the morning. I don't think a stranger has given me such a panic attack in a long time as she has. Holy shit that was bad. My sleep has been sort of fucked since then.

Been sending a bunch of emails and complaints with evidence since. And kept a diary of her antics. I think I may have scared her when she saw me at home with a phone to my ears, talking to the cops. They didn't do anything because they were shortstaffed and my windows aren't broken but that scared the fuck out of me still.

So instead of doing that, she has taken to playing loud as fuck music in the hallway at all hours of the day, while singing and dancing with boots on. Sent a complaint about that too because 20+ people would like to sleep or be in peace without having to hear bad Bowie karaoke night and leather boot tapdance so the leasing people are fully aware of her and are building a case against her to either get her evicted or get her handled by the state - if she doesn't heed the warnings.

So there's hope. Maybe. Sadistic of me to say but it feels good to get documentation on her antics and complain about it because there's a chance that 1, she will maybe learn this thing we call consideration for others and/or 2, I can feel safe at home again. But I also feel like a total Karen and have to stop gaslighting myself into just enduring it all in silence because "she can't help it. She's schizo"

Consequently, this entire mess has left me anxious and paranoid. It's not good when you can feel your entire system go through some kind of hypervigilant rush of neuroticism every time you a certain voice or hear their door open. My nerves have been in overdrive but they are slowly getting untangled. Thread by thread.

Other than that, I feel okay.
 
Thinking about taking an internet hiatus next month. if anything distancing myself some. have been dealing with a lot of anxiety and unsure if my internet usage is helping. As a recovering NEET I know that my usage increases when I’m not doing well. Next month is also going to be busy with appointments and am visiting family back home. I got some ideas to keep myself busy. I have a bunch of crafts laying around that I haven’t finished, art stuff I wanna do, books to read and a few things I can do around the house also. This will be the first time I have fully committed to this type of thing for more than a week.
Unsure if this is the right play but I think it will help in the long run.
 
Finally pulled the trigger on a recliner, rug, and lamp. Cut my cat tree in half. Really made some advancements in my apartment. I still need some of those "drop points" where you can just throw keys or whatever. Also fake plants.. It never ends, but I'm trying. It's nuts what a little decision-making and effort can do.
getting some important things I'm needing for my professional development.
This is what gets to me. I got a specific job title in mind and I'm doing said job's tasks at my current job, but no real way to like truly commit to it. A 2-week course or what have you. And even then, how? I work, I can't just go 8am-2pm thrice a week like that. How the hell do people train if not at their job? Best I can do is keep applying and pray that I somehow get into a mid-50s single mother dominated field.

Shit I had another guy say the same: "You can't just keep applying and hope. You need to train", nigga how? You did so when you were unemployed.
 
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Have spent the time since then going full Karen. Called the police one night because she took to hitting my windows with a broom at 1 in the morning. I don't think a stranger has given me such a panic attack in a long time as she has.

Dunno if it’ll make you feel any better, but:

When I lived in the ghetto, a nog with the world’s loudest and worst stereo in his shitty dodge neon moved in across the street. You could hear the vibration of the bass from a good mile away, and that’s all you could hear. No music, no lyrics, just hum. He’d sit outside with that blasting for hours, shaking the 100 year old windows in my building, shaking the damn teeth in my mouth. Zero possibility of peace for anyone living on that street.

I opened a window and asked him to turn it down once. He said “Fuck you, I know where you live!”

So I set up a camera facing that building and his parking space. Watched what he did every time he came home. Bought binoculars. Noticed he was selling weed and little bundles of white powder in rubber banded saran wrap. So I started calling the cops every time I saw him dealing. Started calling them every time he sat outside for hours with a noise complaint. Sometimes they showed, sometimes they didn’t.

Noticed his under-21 extremely pregnant girlfriend had moved in and was hanging around outside also drinking, smoking weed. Called the cops to report them selling once I spotted the huge jar in the car. Cops came, she claimed it was hers (he wasn’t supposed to have drugs due to a prior arrest I guess.) They told them to keep it down, took the jar, let them go. Told him not to drive since he’d been drinking. I saw her drive down the street toward the liquor store not long after.

About an hour later the cops just happened to be driving by again. She, a drugged-out preggo with no drivers license, backed into the cop car while trying to park. Hard. Both of them arrested. Dude practically foaming at the mouth at the cops, ranting “black lives don’t matter for shit! I lived here two years! (a lie,) I ain’t suspicious!” Got their landlord outside to shame the cops for ~arresting a pregnant girl~ even though she hit a cop car that was driving down the middle of the street she was so impaired.

They took her to jail for the no license, hitting the car, drink driving, etc. Took him to jail for resisting. I assume drug tested her at the jail. They came back a few weeks later. Noticed he stopped going to work— likely lost his job due to being in jail again. She had the baby a couple weeks after that. They never brought that baby home. Seems like it got taken away because of the aforementioned drugs-while-pregnant thing. Only saw the girl that one time post-pregnancy, no baby, with a suitcase, leaving in a car that wasn’t his. He was real quiet after that.

About a month later I saw homeboy moving out, alone, his meager belongings in garbage bags.

Could have had a job, a girlfriend, his baby, and his drugs, if he had just turned down the damn stereo.

I hope you get that schizo yeeted into the sun. “Sadistic,” my fanny. A (wo)man’s home is his/her castle. Defend it, because no one will defend you if she decides to really get froggy.
 
I hope you get that schizo yeeted into the sun. “Sadistic,” my fanny.
My pacifism initially wants an outcome where she keeps her home and stays the fuck away from me and maybe sticks to herself so they can get that other apartment rented out.

But given that she thinks everything she has done so far is okay and she had a schizo moment when I confronted her for the first time, yeah she should be institutionalized. If not for my peace of mind, at least for her own safety. She almost got her ass beat by a bunch of buff handymen because she was randomly taking pictures of them and they got mad.

Imagine if they had actually gotten to her.
 
Well, Mom is improving. They want to transfer her to "acute rehab" which is apparently an intensive program to get her home sooner. But there's none near home so the insurance company is faffing around trying to figure out what to do and the hospital wants their bed back. And no one is telling us shit. So, situation normal. Also, they block KF and Tor on the Hospital WiFi, so I have to switch back to my data to shitpost from her room.

I suggested to one of the nurses that it was nice the hospital had these meditation courtyards and meditation rooms, but what they really needed was a yelling courtyard which would seem more therapeutic for families.
 
Also, they block KF and Tor on the Hospital WiFi, so I have to switch back to my data to shitpost from her room.

VPN, sweetie.

I suggested to one of the nurses that it was nice the hospital had these meditation courtyards and meditation rooms, but what they really needed was a yelling courtyard which would seem more therapeutic for families.

Hang in there.
 
Also, they block KF and Tor on the Hospital WiFi
Noticed my hospital does the same thing. Had a VPN I was going to use anyways since I don't trust walled gardens in the first place, just found it funny how the site was marked "questionable" as the reasoning for the block.

Thread tax: Wasn't even 5 seconds into the first chemo med before I had to hit the nurse button. Whole mouth went numb, got real hot, and I started seeing fuzzies which is usually indicating I'm about to faint. They had to cut it off and give me some sort of pill cocktail before trying again. Got through the first two bags of chemo shit. One more to go for the night.
 
My mom got me a heated throw blanket and I've been laying on it.

She has no idea what she just did to me, that buffoon...! I'm too comfy! How am I gonna get out of bed now?! She helped me put some pain patches on for my injury earlier too and I haven't gotten up like all day! What the hell was she thinking?!

I can't even move! I need to pee!!
 
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