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I have no idea how it happened, but I actually managed to get up before eight this morning. Ever since the time change my mind and body have been so fucked up in the senses that I can't stir myself until sometimes after ten. I don't know why this year is different than any other year we've all had to deal with this idiotic time change but it seems to have messed a lot of us up more this year than ever before. Hopefully today is the beginning of recovering from it at least for me.
 
I watched the movie "Saturday Night" recently and it's a perfect metaphor for my life: everything around me seems chaotic, full of temperamental people and things that aren't quite working; nobody of "importance" seems to believe in me and it seems like there's no chance for me to be successful.

The only difference is, everyone seems to be openly discouraging me from having that "fine, fuck everything" moment. Everyone keeps telling me to stay calm and hold it all together, and it's only making me want to feel that feeling even more. I swear, I'm going to start a business where all I do is play out worst-case scenarios with people so they can let out that feeling that is making them feel crazy and that nobody else is acknowledging.

On a sillier note, I am looking to buy a shotgun, and I resent having to shoot left-handed (I'm right-handed but with left-eye dominance). That's a stupid thing to be angry about, but I hate having to do things backwards.
 
On a sillier note, I am looking to buy a shotgun, and I resent having to shoot left-handed (I'm right-handed but with left-eye dominance). That's a stupid thing to be angry about, but I hate having to do things backwards.
Tape over the left lens of your safety glasses(You will get safety glasses, right?) to ease yourself to adapt during practice or mount a red dot and keep both eyes open. Beware, your post may attract other gunspergs.
 
Tape over the left lens of your safety glasses(You will get safety glasses, right?) to ease yourself to adapt during practice or mount a red dot and keep both eyes open. Beware, your post may attract other gunspergs.
Thanks. I do have glasses. Actually, I'm seeing a special doctor for this. I have an appointment this week.

I have unequal vision in my eyes, which is why I don't have both eyes open while shooting. Thus the doctor. I don't really want any more lessons or buy any more firearms until I get a reasonable baseline for my sight (I've been told I have to customize the cast because of my size anyway).
 
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Feeling like ass. Appetite is in the gutter. Neighbour decided to harass me yet again, hitting my windows and rambling about my "unnecessary podcasts" which is rich coming from her when she's the one playing loud music at random times in the hallway for all to hear.

My tv is on as background noise. Noise levels are kept at a minimum. IDK what her deal is but alas, she's schizo. I called the cops and they advised me to take videos/pictures of her first, then call the cops. They also promised to send someone out to talk to her because they can already tell they are dealing with a schizo. I warned them that she's difficult to reach. My instinct has usually been to call the cops every time she fucks with me.

Sound dox I guess but this is essentially what I have to hear whenever she feels shitty and she's going to complain about podcasts to me.
Shut the fuck up. I'm so over her.

Edit: On second-hand part of me begins to worry that if I record her while she's there and she sees it, she's gonna go full psycho schizo on me.
 
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I superglued a deep cut on my finger because bandaids wouldn't stay on and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I think it's fine but I'm slightly worried that it was so deep I should have gotten stitches or something. It was medical skin glue, not normal superglue. And it was a very clean cut and I cleaned it with hibeclens before glueing it. But it's still the most serious booboo I've had in a while.
 
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Need to make some major changes but life keeps lulling me into a false sense of security that things are fine and my job isn’t stressing me half to death, so I lose interest in moving and finding a new job for a while, and then sooner or later things start to suck again…
 
I've come into the era of having a very large income from my job + military pension. I have $10k in savings and I've been hovering around there for a bit. I want to get a $25k emergency fund but I'm a retard who likes spending money for convenience. Luckily I'm getting a $5-10k raise (depending if i get this new job or my boss gives me the raise I asked for) so maybe it'll lessen the blow and make it easier but obviously lifestyle creep and all.

Regardless, I'm happy I'm working in IT. We have a 5 year contract so I don't need to worry about getting fired since I'm a decently good powerhouse. (3rd place, coming in on 2nd fast) My job has finally stopped being retarded and is counting interactions (phone-calls, walk-ins) instead of just tickets done thankfully so it should be a bit easier to bump up my stats. (as long as it doesn't show me that other people grab the phone more often, but I think I'm about average/above average in that facet)

I could do this job forever but help desk IT doesn't pay as much as specialist roles. I know my friend got hired for a $85k help desk position recently but he has 12 years of experience, so I bought a Windows Powershell scripting book so hopefully I can grasp it and learn how to automate things in preparation for a Sysadmin position.
 
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Feeling like ass. Appetite is in the gutter. Neighbour decided to harass me yet again, hitting my windows and rambling about my "unnecessary podcasts" which is rich coming from her when she's the one playing loud music at random times in the hallway for all to hear.

My tv is on as background noise. Noise levels are kept at a minimum. IDK what her deal is but alas, she's schizo. I called the cops and they advised me to take videos/pictures of her first, then call the cops. They also promised to send someone out to talk to her because they can already tell they are dealing with a schizo. I warned them that she's difficult to reach. My instinct has usually been to call the cops every time she fucks with me.

Sound dox I guess but this is essentially what I have to hear whenever she feels shitty and she's going to complain about podcasts to me.
View attachment 7126190 Shut the fuck up. I'm so over her.

Edit: On second-hand part of me begins to worry that if I record her while she's there and she sees it, she's gonna go full psycho schizo on me.
Um, you don’t have ghost husbandos, do you? How do you feel about Loki?


But you could audiorecord her hitting your windows and/ or ranting at you from inside your apartment. If you are in fear of her physically and explain that, I think the cops would listen to your audio.

If you are renting, have you talked to the landlord/ management?
 
But you could audiorecord her hitting your windows and/ or ranting at you from inside your apartment. If you are in fear of her physically and explain that, I think the cops would listen to your audio.
I possibly could. I probably should.
If you are renting, have you talked to the landlord/ management?
I've spent the entirety of March doing exactly that, with the audio of her noise levels as evidence. It was their idea I began calling the cops too even if she hadn't outright smashed my windows yet.

I think most of my posts in this thread recently have been about my issues with her.

The leasing company is fully aware of what a nuisance she is. They have even built a case on her and contacted the municipality but due to our laws here, getting the bitch kicked is a longer process. To be fair, this means tenants aren't unfairly evicted so warnings, multiple of them are sent with a deadline of about 7-14 days to improve behavior. Consequently, this also means that leasing companies can be very lax when it comes to complaints but I've been sending so fucking many that they have to do something at this point.

It's a bigger issue when the tenant is uncooperative. If she resists at every turn, getting her evicted can take up to 4 months because they have to drag her ass to court and the police need to be involved if she refuses to go. I suspect that this is the case since management has outright told me she's difficult to contact. Not even the police could get a hold of her.

I've mentioned it before but they have to warn potential tenants about her if they wanna rent the apartment on the other side of her. This has resulted in that unit standing empty for...what, a year and a half, which is insane for a studio apartment with a massive kitchen and modestly cheap rent.

However considering I have now two reported incidents of harassment from her with the cops, even if the cops are like "No that ain't harassment", plus other complaints of similar behavior, I think the leasing company is running out of patience.
Shit.
I fell down the stairs first thing this morning and I’ve really fucked up my foot and ankle.
I hadn’t even been drinking.
If it helps, I somehow got my foot caught in my sheets and launched my stupid ass across the floor. I had not been drinking either.

This is to say, Klumsy Kiwi gang rise up.
 
Feeling an odd mixture of disappointment and excitement with how my job is going. On the one hand, I get to design some cool new shit, which I will never complain about. On the other hand, that's what it is: shit. I have to work crazy hours to make some barely-functional prototype to sell to customers. It is a complex thing meant for niche purposes sold to people with no other options.

Meanwhile, we sell other stuff which desperately needs a fresh pair of eyes. Old stuff that has fallen behind due to obsolete processes and no review. They are sacred cows, though. All of us responsible for maintaining them and making them better are tasked with working ourselves to early graves for the Hot New Thing. For that reason, these things are buried under uncountable layers of duct-taped code and design choices.

There is no second iteration in many things that I touch. Once it works (even barely), it is sacred. Nobody takes truly new ideas seriously, even if the old ways do not work. I must do the Hot New Thing in the most old-school way possible to appease the archaic tastes of management.

I want to make things which are good, useful, and comprehensible to my successors. All of my predecessors are retiring and I have failed to get some crucial knowledge from them (though not for lack of trying). I will have to hit the books hard, because they worked under the same limitations as me and did not document what they did. I don't want to inflict this on my successors, but I just don't have the energy or time left to document what I have learned, so the generational amnesia will continue, even in the few people left who give a fuck.

Like everyone, my destiny is to become obsolete. Unlike some, that's where I started: making shitty things that will be obsolete a few minutes later when someone does it better. Whoever makes me obsolete deserves it. They will have made something coherent. I will have made a sacred cow out of duct tape. I am doomed. The customers deserve better.
 
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