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Here in Bongland about two weeks back, the temperature in my upstairs rooms was 32-33c. Completely intolerable.

Said to the wife, fuck it. Bought and installed some air conditioning in two rooms upstairs. It's now no warmer than 16c when it's on, and I sleep like gentry.

Laughing at the poors in my office who claim they can't sleep because of the heat. I don't give a shit if it costs me, totally fucking worth it.
 
Here in Bongland about two weeks back, the temperature in my upstairs rooms was 32-33c. Completely intolerable.

Said to the wife, fuck it. Bought and installed some air conditioning in two rooms upstairs. It's now no warmer than 16c when it's on, and I sleep like gentry.

Laughing at the poors in my office who claim they can't sleep because of the heat. I don't give a shit if it costs me, totally fucking worth it.
Here in subtropical Australia, and definitely further north, air conditioning is basically a human right. You can’t live without it.

Also, I work in a commercial bakery, and I’m currently on my second break at work, after the depanner (which is a machine that pushes finished bread off the baking trays and into crates on a conveyor belt below) went massively tits up for about half an hour. This means two things.

One, I had an unplanned third break, sort of. But more importantly, there’s going to be a literal truckload of burnt bread to throw out once it makes its way out of the oven and cooldown racks. We only have one oven here, but it’s as tall and almost as large as a two story house, so it can bake a fuckload of bread at any one time, and since it’s one production line, that bread hasn’t got anywhere to go, so it stays in the oven getting burnt.

That’s gonna be fun to deal with once I head back in in 10 minutes. I’m at the tail end of my shift, though, so that’s a plus.
 
Had an interview today, went eh

It was a help desk job and they led me into a office with the solo helpdesk guy and had me troubleshoot a laptop that "turned off suddenly" while asking me interview questions (asking me to multitask)

I feel like I should have gotten that faster but I fucking HATE laptops so much. I found out the issues really quick, it was just that the power cable wasn't plugged into the charger properly, the battery wasn't plugged into the MOBO and the laptop had no RAM/hard drive, I power cycled it at first and let it sit when it turned on (the keyboard would light up, but not the monitor so i wanted to see if it would boot up) and they didn't give me any tools or anything so I had to take the risk and go 'hey can i get a screwdriver lol xd' and risk looking retarded but they had everything in a bag and was just waiting to see if I asked for it. Obviously, after that you can blatantly see empty slots so I just put in the SSD and RAM (and fucked up putting the ram in because I didn't seat it all the way and looked kinda retarded)

I felt like I fucked the questions portions up though; it was mainly personality things but I was a bit hyperfixated on needing to put on a proper performance and not look retarded with the laptop so I was kinda short in my responses/stumbling over a little bit and giving really gay generic answers, and they said something about that when I asked for feedback, but they gave me a short tour of the facility after so I think, pending the quality of other candidates (and the job needs a Secret clearance and Security+) I might just get it.
 
I overslept and missed work, so taking kind of getting a headstart on my "vacation" (I'm just visiting family for a couple days).
The failson thoughts have been running through my head again recently (probably due to me moving to the edge of 30 this year), considering I'm still single and renting an apartment working a decent job, it feels like both my older and younger brothers have moved further ahead in life than I have.
 
Kind of good for the first time in a long time. Changing my approach to life a few months back from "I really should work hard and try to improve and impress" to "I dont give a fuck, will do as I can and see how it goes" and it actually worked out.

Changed job. I was held in old one by friends I made, but eventually, I decided enough is enough. After my request for raise was refused, I applied for work a new aquaintance suggested as they needed someone skilled with heavy machinery. Flew through the work interview and landed the job without even a trial day. Of course old job tried to keep me, offering to equalize new pay, but gave up after I told them they would have to pay me 33% more just to equalize it, let alone keep up. Now over six months in new place and I will be staying there for foreseable future.

Actually kept losing weight. I am still not at my target (going for 85kg at 180cm tall, thats 187lbs/5ft 11in) but slowly getting there. Before anyone calls me a fatass - I worked physically my entire life, and grew a bit of frame. I got so far that I actually allowed myself a nice cheat day recently, and found out I cannot eat even half of the things that I would like, so thats a plus.

And actually started seeing someone regularily. Used to be a loner, having some casual relationship here and there but nothing serious, so its a new thing but I think I am doing well. Met her on a wedding where I was a best man, just being casual and not caring worked. Actually feels good for the first time in few years.
 
Another day of coming home with a heavy head from work. It also didn't help that I woke up hours before the alarm for no discernable reason. I went back to sleep shortly, but just the fact I got my sleep disturbed is enough to do damage on my energy in the afternoon. Other than that, I feel alright.

I took up jogging again last week, after 6 months of slacking due to several things (laziness in some part). I don't think I love anything more than jogging outdoors; it's liberating and I feel alive. It sucks that I can barely do 6KM (3.7 miles) without having to walk, when about a year ago I did a half-marathon (21KM / 13 miles), but I'll get back there soon enough. Hopefully, once I get back to my prime, I can go back to being under 80kg (~176 pounds) again. :optimistic:
 
Starting to feel back to my normal self. I'm back up to 167lbs. I dropped to 132 during chemo which was alarming, but I'm just now getting my appetite back and not feeling nauseous 24/7. Eyebrows and facial hair have started to grow back. Hair hasn't, but I've been told it can take up to 6 months which sucks. Hoping the surgery goes well and that the remaining spot is just dead scar tissue, I don't know if I have two more rounds of chemo in me. My brother ended up not being able to take off for the 4th since he took time off for our Grandpa's funeral, so I think I'm going to roadtrip to go see my friends for the weekend.
 
Fucking sick of normalnigger gas lighting. Yes I'm fucking treated like shit for my facial disfigurement, no, it isn't "muh attitude". I'm in goddamned 24 hour chronic fucking pain and it shows. Yet they cope and go " muh attitude" and all this other horse shit. Same pricks fucking insult me for it.

"Why don't you smile???" NIGGA IT PHYSICALLY HURTS

Idk, I'm in pain rn, tired of everyone's bullshit lol

There's some divine irony in racism being le bad but being treated like shit for having physical abnormalities is a-okay. I don't get it.
 
There's some divine irony in racism being le bad but being treated like shit for having physical abnormalities is a-okay. I don't get it.
The inherent want to fix it and the inability to do so leaves them a desire to have nothing to do with it. They want you to fix it by getting over it so they don't have to think about it.
 
It's psychological. In normie terms, they feel bad and don't want to look at you.
Oh, I was confused.

Yeah, I get that. I just am sick of being insulted is all.
I think at this point I've accepted I'm basically an ogrish freak (muscular, somewhat tall, horrible scarred fucked up face) and it scares the hoes lol
It's just the fucking pain man, I cannot stand it.
 
I think at this point I've accepted I'm basically an ogrish freak (muscular, somewhat tall, horrible scarred fucked up face) and it scares the hoes lol
That's why they tell you to smile, though, as retarded as it sounds. A positive attitude means much more than looks though it doesn't mean you have to go around with a massive smile.
It's just the fucking pain man, I cannot stand it.
That sucks.
 
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Oh, I was confused.

Yeah, I get that. I just am sick of being insulted is all.
I think at this point I've accepted I'm basically an ogrish freak (muscular, somewhat tall, horrible scarred fucked up face) and it scares the hoes lol
It's just the fucking pain man, I cannot stand it.
At least you are alive.

Heh... Sort of similar situation. It was so bad or rather I this phrase/reputation stuck on me for most of the time I had to hustle.

Too Ugly to Live. Too Mean to Die.

That was the phrase I got stuck with. Hell my fucking surgeon even said that to me when in for catastophic surgery years ago. I was...

Too Ugly to Live. Too Mean to die.

All of those people I hustled with are dead. I outlived them and dark side of humanity I grew up in I made Ugliness an asset. So fucking what I'm ugly as sin. At least I can get what I want if I put my mind to it.

I honed in on other skills to get that horizonal mamba going.

Remember...
Beauty is skin deep
Ugliness is too the bone
And Old Age is the great equalizer.

The best way to go through life is to succeed, thrive and survive. And don't worry. There is always someone else worse off than you. So enjoy life because you one got one.

Because a fucking dirt nap is permanent.
 
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Someone out here blew their hand up with fireworks earlier today. A reminder to be careful this 4th of July when playing with explosives.
Reminds me of how I used to play with some really powerful firecrackers back in the day.
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These fuckers (before they got nerfed by the EU) were like small explosives. Drop it into an empty beer bottle, it gets scattered in a 5 meter radius. Throw it under a metal pot, it went flying like a firework rocket. Never have I harmed myself when playing with these, even when lighting the fuse in my hand and then throwing the fucker.

The closest I got to something blowing up in my hand is when I got one of these:
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It was flimsy and started to fall apart. So my genius brain decided to treat individual sticks as singular fireworks. With that short ass fuse. Lighting them up in my hand and then throwing them. I could just barely time it between lighting the fuse and throwing it so that it wouldn't pop in my fingers. Until I couldn't and one popped in my fingers.

I barely felt it. Turns out the tiny firework that makes a tiny pop also makes a tiny boom and it felt like something just tapped on my fingers.
 
Reminds me of how I used to play with some really powerful firecrackers back in the day.
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These fuckers (before they got nerfed by the EU) were like small explosives. Drop it into an empty beer bottle, it gets scattered in a 5 meter radius. Throw it under a metal pot, it went flying like a firework rocket. Never have I harmed myself when playing with these, even when lighting the fuse in my hand and then throwing the fucker.

The closest I got to something blowing up in my hand is when I got one of these:
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It was flimsy and started to fall apart. So my genius brain decided to treat individual sticks as singular fireworks. With that short ass fuse. Lighting them up in my hand and then throwing them. I could just barely time it between lighting the fuse and throwing it so that it wouldn't pop in my fingers. Until I couldn't and one popped in my fingers.

I barely felt it. Turns out the tiny firework that makes a tiny pop also makes a tiny boom and it felt like something just tapped on my fingers.
I’d love to fuck around with fireworks but that’s not really a thing you can do where I live, which is sad. I never got to flush an M80 down the school toilets. It’s probably for my own good though, as no doubt I would have blown some of my fingers off.

I did make plenty of sparkler bombs as a kid, though. I kinda want to make another one as an adult, now that I have, well, an income, and thus the means to buy a whole fuckload of sparklers. Back then, I was just buying as many as I could afford with pocket change. In later years, I have been known to chuck soda chargers into fires. Those are always fun. But these days if I buy soda chargers, it’s probably to use as nangs.
 
And actually started seeing someone regularily. Used to be a loner, having some casual relationship here and there but nothing serious, so its a new thing but I think I am doing well. Met her on a wedding where I was a best man, just being casual and not caring worked. Actually feels good for the first time in few years.
Basically what "don't show interest in women" actually means. Like showing up unemployed and desperate to an interview versus "Before we begin, I need a 30% bump to even begin considering this". Even if they can't match it, they'll suddenly want to. I've gotten close to rizzing chicks I hadn't even entertained being appealing to and it worked out because I just acted nice, not imagining they'd be interested. Certainly helps having something to talk about. I'd gladly talk about roadbikes with the ugliest fucking cretin on earth, and if a 6 chick was involved, she'd be an 8. That's why dating for the sake of dating, based on nothing in particular, is a catch 22 that'll leave the poor chud lonely forever.
I felt like I fucked the questions portions up though; it was mainly personality things but I was a bit hyperfixated on needing to put on a proper performance and not look retarded with the laptop so I was kinda short in my responses/stumbling over a little bit and giving really gay generic answers, and they said something about that when I asked for feedback, but they gave me a short tour of the facility after so I think, pending the quality of other candidates (and the job needs a Secret clearance and Security+) I might just get it.
If you consider the fact most experienced recruiters still use random-ass questions, it underlines how little they know what they want to ask people. If the interview consists of you.. doing the job before getting it, they 100% don't know what the fuck to ask you. You can teach a retard to do a job but you can't teach him to be a socially capable adult. If they had the time, a fucking picnic would probably reveal more about candidates than a technical interview.

A friend is pretty far up the ladder and accompanied an interview. The paper said she knew some basic procedure so he asked how it was done and she just stumbled through the whole thing. His coworkers applauded him for asking 'the tough questions', boiling down to something of equal difficulty as what you did. And that was mindblowing to these cushy officer nutjobs.
 
Basically what "don't show interest in women" actually means. Like showing up unemployed and desperate to an interview versus "Before we begin, I need a 30% bump to even begin considering this". Even if they can't match it, they'll suddenly want to.
Lol, no. That would be an exceptionally short interview.

That said, "not caring" doesn't mean "be a jackass." It means/should mean just not getting so wound up and invested in the outcome before there's something to invest in. It's about managing yourself, not other people. I mean, you know, if you want to have some character and integrity. Ymmv.
 
If you consider the fact most experienced recruiters still use random-ass questions, it underlines how little they know what they want to ask people. If the interview consists of you.. doing the job before getting it, they 100% don't know what the fuck to ask you. You can teach a retard to do a job but you can't teach him to be a socially capable adult. If they had the time, a fucking picnic would probably reveal more about candidates than a technical interview.

A friend is pretty far up the ladder and accompanied an interview. The paper said she knew some basic procedure so he asked how it was done and she just stumbled through the whole thing. His coworkers applauded him for asking 'the tough questions', boiling down to something of equal difficulty as what you did. And that was mindblowing to these cushy officer nutjobs.
They did ask me generic ass questions like "What would you bring to the company" and "Why should we hire you?" so I'm not sure what the deal was; this is for a defense contractor as well and they were all military so I'm not sure why it was so generic. They did ask me stuff like "what is your favorite emerging technology" which was cool. When I interviewed for other defense contractors they asked me stuff like "Tell me about a time when you resolved an outage" so it was odd.

This is a help desk role as well- I had a screening interview over the phone with my recruiter, a virtual one with the IT leadership, then this one (of which I was mixed up with conflicting emails about the date of the interview) and I think I either have one more interview, or I managed to skip this 3rd (4th?) round interview just because of the mixup. This is just painting the scene to say lol wtf 3~ round interview for help desk nigga xd

Hoping I get it because I've been an unemployed chud for the past 2 months but I can still float myself for some months and I have an interview next week for another job as well.

Also weird is that the help desk guy just gave me a notebook to bring into the meeting, but said I could just take it home with me and bring it back(?) even though I never used it so theres fuckery going on.
 
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