I'm so fucking tired of Managers (who aren't even in charge of me) passive agressively trying to get me to do more work for them so they don't have to pay their employees to do it while not offering me shit in return, and then asking for me to change things at my store that I don't even work at (I'm a liason between two companies) when my actual boss doesn't give a shit about me, or them. I'm fucking done. Luckily I've been staying clean for over a month so I can study for any potential drug test I might have to make at a new job, but I don't want to be fucking job hunting when were down to one car and we have a three week old at home.
Iommic Pope wrote:
Skip, you rule. You hate people so much, you're willing to discredit all human progress, its awesome.
dubkitty wrote:dear God, i'm emotionally tired. the last year has been a constant trial. i so desperately just want to have a job so i can take care of myself, and it's really hurting today. i'm probably going to have to cull and sell pedals as well as trying to sell guitars. i'm just trying to make it through the end of the year, when maybe my disability will go through. and i need to get my kitty sent here from Chicago, where she's been stuck for the last month and a half. maybe someday things will start going right for me again.
Whenever I read what you have to write in here none of my problems seem important. It makes me really sad that you've been in such a bad way for so long. I wish there was something I could do.... All the same, I hope things get better so you can have your kitty, a job, and a place to live for certain
The anxiety returneth. Sigh. I bought some natural stess and mood support stuff from work today.... I think it's helping a bit. But even just buying stuff like that makes me wonder if it's just going to reinforce the issues I'm dealing with. And trying to be my own psychologist is. . .taxing, to say the least. I'm such a natural cynic that I don't know whose opinion to trust when it comes to advice.
Also, a round of hugs for Dubkitty.
Every time I post in this thread, someone else has way worse problems than me.
My girlfriend is pissed at me. I did literally nothing. Do you know how hard it is to resolve an argument about nothing from a continent away?
I sometimes feel like I can't handle things anymore and I just need to disappear. I never used to be like this. I used to be able to handle everything. I've started to seriously consider packing a backpack, and leaving and never coming back.
D.o.S. wrote:You're like a walking Mad Men episode.
BitchPudding wrote:DO WHAT MUST BE DONE, LORD JFREY.
friendship wrote:one cool thing about living is that things get worse and worse and worse until you die
jfrey wrote:My girlfriend is pissed at me. I did literally nothing. Do you know how hard it is to resolve an argument about nothing from a continent away? I sometimes feel like I can't handle things anymore and I just need to disappear. I never used to be like this. I used to be able to handle everything. I've started to seriously consider packing a backpack, and leaving and never coming back.
You're young enough, take a break and get some fresh air. The older you get the more responsibilities pile up making it even harder to get away.
Achtane wrote:FUZZ ALL DAY MAN FUZZ IS GOD ALL OTHER EFFECTS ARE SHIT
Caesar wrote:Dude, can you get the fuck out of my b/s/t thread with your bullshit.
PumpkinPieces wrote: This isn't America, this is I Love Fuzz.
Mudfuzz wrote:Remember when we were all just a bunch of weirdos that liked fucked up shit and not just a bunch of nerds buying bling to impress each other online?
And I've also learned that sometimes you've just gotta let the girls do their thing- sometimes my wife can be upset about literally nothing and then wake up like nothing happened. It shall pass!
vrom wrote:How do old men not know their pants are riding up there ass? Why do they tuck their tee shirts into there pants and pull em up so high you can see their balls? Will I ever become so lame? The magic 8 ball says 'outcome looks good' Whatever the fuck that means....
This is a mystery for the ages.
I think it has something to do with the inevitable roundness we will experience. Once your girth expands to a certain point, you need to make the decision to re-appropriate your waistline either underneath your gut and constantly be readjusting Matt Foley style, or to go all the way up-and-over.
BOOM-SHAKALAKALAKA-BOOM-SHAKALAKUNGA
Behndy wrote:i don't like people with "talent" and "skills" that don't feel the need to cover their inadequacies under good time happy sounds.